All language subtitles for Shetland - S03E03 (2013) WEB.eng

(Gulls cry)

(Monitor beeping)

(Police radio chatter)

(Indistinct chatter)

PEREZ:  Any word from Sandy?

We pulled in officers from everywhere we could.

Nothing's left the island since she was shot.
Have you heard from the hospital?

It's touch and go.

So...Michael Maguire drives up here,
shoots Leanne, and leaves his car.

- (Phone buzzing)
- Why? Why would you?

It's Billy.

- Billy.
-  Boss.

A body's been pulled
from the water over at Scraada.

I got them to send me a photo.

It's Maguire. Looks like he's been shot.

Shoots Leanne, then kills himself?

No.

Call the ferry port and the airport

and tell them that we are no longer
looking for Michael Maguire.

Suspect has not been ID'd.

We have no description.

Oh, who did you leave with Freya?

Denny and Jo from the station in Brae.

Right, go and get them,
and tell Sandy to meet us in Scraada.

Miss Galtie!

Steady. Steady.

Coming.

(Indistinct dialogue)

Hold on. Coming in. Coming in.

(Indistinct chatter)

- Two shots.
- One in the head, and one in the heart.

That's a professional hit.

Right. We can forget about the airport
and the ferry terminal,

because this guy
isn't gonna be using public transport.

Private craft?
That's over a thousand miles of coastline.

- I know.
- Coastguard's satellite tracking system

records shipping movements
within a hundred-mile radius of Lerwick.

Get over there and see if anything lights up,

because, if we're lucky, I mean,
if we're really lucky, then he hasn't left Shetland.

Billy. Get a hold of the ARU.

We're gonna need somebody at the hospital.
This was a professional job.

If Leanne's a witness,
then she could be in danger.

Sorry. She was away before we could stop her.

Freya.

Is it him?

Is it Michael?

(Sobs)

(Continues sobbing)

Is there someone,
a friend or a relative that I can call?

No. I'm fine. Thank you.

(Phone rings)

I'm so sorry, I'm going to have to take this.

Sandy.

Coast guard have ID'd
what looks like a cabin cruiser.

Left Skolland at 11:47 last night,
on a northerly bearing.

Plenty of time to shoot Maguire
and get there from Scraada.

OK, and do they know where that boat is now?

Out of range.

Right, meet me in Skolland.

OK, I'm gonna have to go now,
but I'm gonna come back as quickly as I can.

OK?

MAN: Shootings in Shetland, eh? Terrible.

That's the Age of Aquarius for you. (Chuckles)

Just so I'm clear, Eric. You didn't notice
what time the cabin cruiser docked,

but you did notice it leaving the harbour
just before midnight last night?

Aye.

There was a bit of a row, shouting, you know.
So I looked out the window.

- You hear what the shouting was about?
- An argument of some sort.

But they got going after that.
Looked like they were in a hurry.

- Who's "they?"
- The crew.

(Phone buzzes)

Can you describe any of the men you saw?

- Billy.
- No, not really. It was dark.

They just loaded the bags and went.

- What kind of bags?
- Couple of holdalls.

One chap had a big one.
Kinda long like fishing rods or...

Sir! A word.

The harbour master says
their paperwork doesn't check out.

And Norwegian police
just got onto the coast guard.

Apparently, the cabin cruiser
was stolen from Harstad a week ago.

Contact the Norwegian,
Swedish, Faroese authorities.

Maybe they'll make landfall.

We lost him, didn't we?

Michael Maguire, real name Michael Thompson.

On Witness Protection in Shetland
for the last ten months.

Who was he testifying against?
Who benefits from his death?

I'm due in Glasgow to see
the Senior Area Fiscal Phyllis Brenan on a...

"..unrelated matter". I will find out.

In the meantime,
any other lines of enquiry worth pursuing?

Michael Thompson and Robbie Morton
both had the same tattoo.

They were both
on the same ferry crossing last Friday night

where they got into some kind of dispute.

- They are connected.
- Same killer?

What about the girl, Leanne?

She's in a medically induced coma,
they're keeping us posted.

But this isn't just about us
being kept in the dark historically, Rhona.

We've got two murders
and one near-fatal shooting,

and the chief suspect in which has got to be

whoever Michael Thompson
was going to testify against.

Now, we can't be running into a wall of silence
thrown up by some Fiscal's Office in Arbroath.

- If they don't start co-operating...
- I will do my best.

I hope this doesn't make things
too difficult for you.

- Personally.
- Ask me after I've talked to her.

I so need a fag right now.

Sir.

Something to do with his family?

Michael Thompson
opens this every morning, and he sees this.

Was Michael his real name?

Yeah. Michael Thompson, though,
not Michael Maguire.

- Was he married?
- I don't know.

What about children? Did he have children?

Did he kill that boy?

- Robbie? Do you think he...
- We don't know who killed Robbie.

We don't know who killed Michael...

..or why.

But we're doing our best to find out.

Did anybody ever come to the house?

I mean, was there anybody...hanging around?

- Anything unusual?
- Unusual?

He never talked about his past.
He was always going off on business trips,

sometimes at a couple of hours' notice.

His flat looked like no-one lived there,

and someone trashed my workshop
and he knew who it was.

- Apart from that, no, nothing.
- No.

Does this mean anything to you?

Is that his family?

I don't know.

I know...

I know you need answers.

I will do my best.

PRIEST: Do you reject sin
so as to live in the freedom of God's children?

- I do.
- Do you reject the glamour of evil

and refuse to be mastered by sin?

BOTH: I do.

Do you believe in God, the Father Almighty,
creator of heaven and earth?

BOTH: I do.
- Do you believe in Jesus Christ,

his only son, our Lord, who was born of the
Virgin Mary, was crucified, died and was buried,

rose from the dead and is now seated
at the right hand of the father?

BOTH: I do.

Christ, what a cock-up.

- Not our cock-up.
- I never said it was.

We were obstructed and kept in the dark
by one of the officers under your jurisdiction.

Now, someone needs to make sure
that my DI gets the co-operation that he needs.

Yeah, someone has already been asked
to step in and oversee the situation.

Mum. You're hogging the wee lassie.

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

Watch her head. There we are.

Oh...

Ben, darling, you remember Rhona?

How could I forget?
Really glad you could come, Rhona.

- Oh, thank you. It was my privilege.
- Yeah. The outlaws want a shot of her.

That was so nice, Bernadette
being her middle name. I didn't know.

Wanted to surprise you.

- Thanks, Mum.
- Thank you.

Bernadette. After your mum?

So, I'm gonna call a meeting
for all the relevant parties.

How soon do you think
your DI Perez can get over here?

Given our relationship,

do you think that someone
may have a concern about your...impartiality?

Would you?

- No.
- So what's bothering you, then?

I suppose I don't like the idea
of someone bad-mouthing you.

Oh, darling, you're gonna have to toughen up.

Looks like it's gonna be a rather bumpy ride.

Come on, let's go and find the champagne.

Ladies and gentlemen,
as we start our descent into Glasgow,

please make sure your seat backs
and tray tables are in their full upright position.

Make sure your seatbelt
is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage

is stowed underneath the seat
in front of you or in the overhead bins.

Assistant Chief Constable, Henry Grimes,
head of the Organised Crime Group Task Force

and Chief Super Mike Gillan,
head of the Witness Protection Programme.

And DS Asha Israni.

- Is it Israni?
- Israni.

Israni. Michael Thompson's dedicated handler.

So...

This is not an inquiry
into the mistakes that have been made.

It is a salvage operation
to see how best to move forward.

DI Perez, you are investigating the murder
of Michael Thompson, Robbie Morton,

and the shooting of...

- Leanne Randall.
- Leanne Randall. Exactly.

All of which you believe to be connected.
Is that right?

- Yes.
- What do you need?

Assurances from all the agencies present
that they'll co-operate fully with our enquiries.

Starting off by confirming who
Michael Thompson was testifying against.

Is there any reason why
DI Perez shouldn't get what he is asking for?

There is an issue of security.

A concern that the confidentiality protocols
in Shetland are...

..well, perhaps not quite
as rigorous as one might wish.

Thanks to your obfuscations,
we didn't even know who Thompson was.

- If you're...
- His whereabouts were leaked and not by us.

Don't you dare try and pin this on us.
Witness Protection, the clue's in the name.

- Bloody arse.
- Miss Kelly.

Insults at this juncture are unhelpful.

Mr Gillan, if you continue to waste my time
by trying to use this as a face-saving forum,

then you'll be landed
with the lunch bill afterwards.

I was thinking Romanos, and I won't hold back.

It's in no-one's interest
for this to become public knowledge.

For that reason alone, DI Perez will have
your full co-operation in his investigation,

beginning with an answer to the question
that he asked earlier.

Arthur McCall.

That's who Michael Thompson
was testifying against.

Yeah, he used to run
the heroin trade in the west of Scotland.

I never came across him myself,
but you know, heard the name.

So he's our chief suspect?

Yep, looks like it.

- I can't believe that.
- What?

The Snake Pit's a scented candle shop.

So you used to drink in The Snake Pit?

I used to go in there.

- On raids.
- I was young.

I didn't know any better.

Had a few mad nights in there.

So Shetland's like rehab for you, then?

Sodom and Gomorrah's rehab
compared to The Snake Pit.

Sometimes I miss Glasgow. Don't you?

Uh-huh. Sometimes.

- Thomas Monro.
- James.

How in the name of the wee man are you?

That's a very nice suit. Does that mean
you've finally found yourself a girlfriend?

Kiddin'? Only sex I get these days
is pickpockets and airport security.

This is the new era, Jimmy.
Scottish National Police.

Sorry.

- DS McIntosh, isn't it?
- Yes.

Yeah, that's him just showing off.
He used to work in intelligence.

Come on. I've got you some desk space.

We won't be disturbed down here.
Techies hav'nae finished yet.

Michael Thompson.
Close associate of Arthur McCall.

He still running heroin?

McCall's diversified into many other activities.
Some of which are actually legal.

He has got money in wind farms, public sector
building contracts, private health care facilities.

It's horrible, Jimmy.

I thought we had Arthur
when we got Michael Thompson.

He was close to him, you know, inner circle.

How did you land Michael?

A lot of people round here
tried to take credit for that.

If you ask me, he wanted to be turned.
Made it very easy for us.

Why?

Sometimes a man's just had a bellyful.

Anyway, we got Michael on money laundering
charges via his "private security company".

We had enough to put him away for 20 years.

So you offered him a deal?

He'd witnessed Arthur's recreational murder
of one Kevin Wilkie, a wee rat himself.

He'd had his hand in the till
so Arthur took it off with a machete.

Michael told us where to find the body.

Even gave us eye-witness testimony
that it was Arthur that killed him.

So we put him
on Witness Protection in Shetland.

I'm gonna need to speak to Arthur McCall.

With Michael's death,
the case against Arthur collapsed.

As of today, McCall is a free man.

His lawyer is already threatening
to sue for wrongful arrest.

So you can't even put him under surveillance.

I'm gonna need a list of everybody that knew
Michael Thompson was stashed on Shetland.

Because we've got a second murder there,
a young boy called Robbie Morton.

And it's connected
to the murder of your star witness.

Now, if there's a leak...

Who said anything about a leak?

Oh, come on, Tommy,
what did you bring us all the way up here for?

You think there's a leak, don't you?

Well, if there isn't, I'd like to know how
McCall found your man out in Shetland.

(Keys jangle)

(Key in lock)

(Monitor beeping)

Billy.

- Anything from the search teams?
- No.

- What about the door-to-door?
- Ditto, I'm afraid.

It's a huge area you've asked them to cover.

Get back onto the co-ordinator.

If they need more manpower,
I'll see what I can do.

(Phone buzzes)

- Your phone's ringing.
- Hello.

Um...yeah.

Sorry, his mum's away on a work trip.

Have you been in the wars, Logan?

TEACHER: Not for the first time.

- I'm really sorry about this.
- Listen, Sandy, I've dealt with worse.

But it's best to nip these things in the bud.

Best take him home for the rest of today.

We won't call it an exclusion. Just a time-out.

It's no excuse for him starting fights, but...

there's been a lot happening at home recently.
A lot for him to deal with.

Look...

Logan's been telling people
you put his dad in prison.

Your dad's a fine man, Logan.

If you think it's my fault he's in prison...

I mean...

I can see...

that's what it might feel like,
that I took him away.

But that's not how it was.

It was Craig.

- Craig?
- Cousin Craig.

He said you put my dad in jail.

Well...

Maybe he was joking.

Not a very funny joke, huh?

Logan, listen to me.

Whatever Craig told you...it's not true.

I thought if you put him in prison,
you could bring him back.

(Door opens and closes)

Perez, isn't it?

Mr McCall.

I wonder what it is
that attracts the plainclothes to this place?

The plods prefer that Paki joint down the road.

Maybe it's the institutional racism
of the intelligence service.

And while you're here...

..it's a shame about Michael.

Are you gonna tell me when the funeral is?

I've been on remand for six months.

This has damaged my business.

So I'm here to tell you,
you'd best bugger off back to Shetland.

I will. When I'm ready.

There's no way you're gonna pin
this Mick Thompson thing on me.

Oh.

Before I go...

- I don't think so.
- No...

It's not what you think.
Wee misunderstanding there.

Found in a skip.

Is that not your wife? Your ex-wife.

(Laughs) Your dead wife.

I'll tell you what...finders keepers.

I'll just keep hold of that myself.

(Door opens and closes)

He just make an approach?

Nah, just trying to rattle my cage.

Showed me a photograph of Fran.

- Jimmy...
- And he knew Michael Thompson was dead.

Right, listen.

There's a file in your office. Five people knew
Michael was in Shetland, all of them are listed.

Plus everything you'll ever need
on my Michael Thompson inquiry.

- Is there any word from Michael's handler?
- 2pm, over at the Serious Crime campus.

They've got no choice.
Phyllis Brenan's kicking shins over this.

They've insisted on a formal,
on-the-record interview.

They're very defensive about this, Jimmy.

They know they arsed up.

And Arthur McCall...

Just watch your back, eh?

Aye.

Oh.

I found that
in Michael Thompson's flat in Shetland.

I don't know any of the punters.

But that's St Bride's up in Dennistoun.

Well done.

GILLAN: The bond between dedicated witness
protection officer and client is like a marriage.

A kind of temporary marriage. And like any
marriage, it's built on mutual trust and respect.

How often
were you in contact with Michael Thompson?

- Regularly.
- How regularly?

Well, at least...every couple of weeks.

He never mentioned the incident
on the ferry with Robbie Morton?

Not when it happened. But later, yes.

And your first response to that
was to provide him with a fake alibi

and lodge a bogus complaint against me?

We needed to keep him safe until McCall's trial.

We would have handed him back to you
as soon as he testified,

if he'd been guilty of any crime.

- Do you think he killed Robbie Morton?
- He was not that stupid.

Was he in contact with anyone from his past?

DI Perez, as with a marriage,

does your wife know what you're doing
and thinking every moment of every day?

Does that mean anything to you?

- No.
- We found it in Michael's flat.

It was the only personal effect we found,
so it must have meant something to him.

I didn't really talk about his family.

How do you feel about all this?

I mean, you persuade somebody to leave
behind their friends and their family

and their loved ones.

And to cut off all ties with their past,
and to trust you completely.

You take their life in your hands.

So it's not really like a marriage at all, is it?

It's more like having a child.

I don't know. I don't have any children.

How'd it go with the handler?

Dunno.

She doesn't like her boss, though.

Tommy's moving-in present for us.

Right. Michael Thompson...

surveillance reports,
transcripts of intercepted phone calls.

I need you to start going through all of this.
Associates. Friends. Family.

Anyone he might have got in contact with
after he went into witness protection

or someone who found out
that he was on Shetland.

Cos if Arthur McCall ordered Michael's death,
then how did he know where to find him?

Was it an internal leak,
or did Michael give himself away?

Now, see if you can make that link
and we've got a chance of nailing Arthur.

OK.

Where are you going?

Dennistoun. Then Cassie.

Send my love.

- Yes?
- Oh, hello.

Um... I'm...

- Detective Inspector Perez.
- Right.

I'm trying to trace a family
and I was wondering

if you might know who does
the wedding photography around here.

Well, there's a couple.
I could find you their cards.

I know that dress. That's one of mine.

And the flower girls' dresses.

- Really? You made those?
- Every last stitch.

Of course that was
before people ordered on the Internet.

They say silk organza, but you don't know
it's not polyester until you handle it.

I take it, it would be too much
to ask that you remember the names?

No, sorry.

I remember that one. Right wee tyke.

- You knew him?
- No, I didn't exactly know him.

- What?
- Oh, nothing. It's just really sad.

I can't remember his name,
but it was just him and his mum.

And, well, she died, from heroin,
a couple of years after this photo was taken.

And do you know what happened to him?

They took him into care. Then he ran away.

Right.

God knows where he is now.

(Ringing tone)

Cora.

I want you to fast-track some DNA work for me.

(Bells chime)

PEREZ: This is nice.

I know, Dad. It's nice. Too nice.

Things can never be too nice, Cassie.

Have you been to see Gran and Granddad yet?

- Stop trying to change the subject.
- You're putting it off, aren't you?

I'm going to see them this afternoon. Satisfied?

So... You wanna tell me about Edison?

Edison Orantes Carvaehellio. He's Brazilian.

And we're late.

Brazil is booming these days, Mr Perez.

More booming than Europe.

Me and Cassie could do really well.

Edison's just finished an MBA
at Strathclyde business school.

Sao Paolo is the hottest spot in Brazil right now.

Right.

Um... We've got an idea.

Scottish produce into the Brazilian market.

Wild salmon, Harris tweed...

Square sausages.

It's a joke.

Yeah, I know.

I...I need to...check some messages.

- Listen, Dad. Edison's really going places.
- Yeah, Sao Paolo.

And taking you with him.

It's dead safe. His mum's
only been carjacked like three times.

I'm kidding.

I'm in love, Dad.

You don't say.

I like seeing you happy, Cass.

OK?

Yeah. OK.

Yeah. We're getting there.

(Doorbell)

- Hello there.
GEORGE: Jimmy.

You wee smasher.

- Hi, George.
- Hi.

So what brings you to Glasgow, Jimmy?

He never learns, does he, James?

- You know James can't talk about his work.
- Aye. You hav'nae changed, George.

I know. You all thought
I'd be dribbling in a care home by now.

- If only.
- Hey!

- Who's gonna protect you when I'm gone?
- Protect me?

Just because we had
that wee break-in yesterday.

- You had a break-in?
- Aye. Just kids.

They scarpered the minute
they heard my feet on the stairs.

Did they take anything?

A photo.

Frannie at that marathon.

They must have thought the frame was silver.

It was only plated.

You don't have a copy of that one,
do you, Jimmy? I did love it.

Er, no... No, I don't think so.
I don't have one of them.

Tommy. It's Jimmy Perez.

How do I find Arthur McCall?

(Man laughing)

(Low chatter)

Well...look at you, Mr Perez.

Walking in here, uninvited.

I find that plain disrespectful.

Let me guess.

You're investigating a crime. Hm?

A crime that works to my advantage.

You might even think
I'm responsible for that crime,

that I ordered that crime.

You might even think
I'd...inside knowledge that allowed me...

..to have that crime committed.

But you cannae prove it,
cos there's nae evidence.

I can get inside your life.

Inside your head.

I can do a lot of damage.

So why don't you piss off back to Shetland...

and shag a sheep?

Your wife's dead.

You can shag anything you like.

(Cries out) Aargh!

Aargh!

(Coughs and groans)

Tell Alan to clean himself up
before he comes in.

Don't want blood on the carpet.

(Exhales)

(Phone rings)

- Tosh.
- I'm losing the ability to focus my eyes here.

- I'm gonna call it a day.
- OK.

- You find anything?
-  Nothing yet.

But I heard from Sandy.

They've confirmed it was the same gun
used to shoot Leanne and Michael.

No change in her condition.

What about you? Did you find anything?

I don't know. Maybe.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'll let you know
if the "maybe" becomes a something. OK?

OK.

- Have a good night.
- You, too.

(Lively folk music)

Hey!

(Whispers)

Hey.

- Evening, everybody! Are you all right?
- (Cheering)

Well, I'm not too good at speeches, but...

- Where's my granny?
- She's here.

Oh, my wee granny Bella...

is...

the biggest, best influence on my life.

OTHERS: Aww.

I know I've no' exactly
been a saint these last few years.

But...everything good in me is...her doing.

So I'll ask you all to raise your glasses
to Granny Bella.

- Happy birthday.
OTHERS: Happy birthday.

Hey. Here's to the next 80 years.

(Music starts up)

- I'll be right back.
- OK.

Craig.

Sandy. I told Jimmy Perez already.

I know what you said to Logan
about me and his dad.

Do you not think Jenny's kids
have got enough on their plates?

I dunno what you're talking about.
I never said nothing.

"I never said nothing. I never did nothing.
Everybody's picking on me."

How many times have we got to hear it?

How many times are you going to deny
you were involved with Robbie Morton?

I know you were.
You're not getting rid of this one.

You know what this is, Sandy?
This is police harassment.

Logan just made it up to get the attention.

You come near Logan again and, I swear,

I'll have you charged
and off this island before you can blink.

What's going on?

What's it look like?

Hi.

I think we owe you an apology.

How's that?

Is there somewhere more private we could talk?

Thank you.

- Do you have anything to drink?
- Yeah.

No, I was...I was thinking more minibar.

Well, you wouldn't if you saw what was in it.

It's supposed to be for a friend.

I don't think he deserved it anyway.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

We weren't straight with you today.

My boss is...is too busy trying to cover his back.

- And mine.
- OK.

Before he was killed,

Michael Thompson was trying to renegotiate
the terms of his witness protection deal.

Shetland was only ever meant to be
a staging post.

We'd set him up with a new life after the trial.

But then...he met someone.

- Freya.
- Yeah.

And he wanted her to be part of his new life.

Though he...
he hadn't yet found a way to tell her that.

- Right. Do you want to sit down?
- Thanks.

Anyway...

..in exchange he offered to give us
something big, something new.

Something that would change the whole game.

My job was just to deliver him
to a meeting with someone at the Fiscal office,

a guy by the name of Brian McDade.

But Michael was only in the meeting
for a few minutes before he walked out.

He said that what he had to tell them was
too explosive to be trusted to one junior Fiscal.

He said he wanted more of them,
and he wanted them to be senior.

And then within a week...he was dead.

So you think
that Brian McDade was the source of the leak?

I don't know. But I think if there is a leak,

they would rather bury it, than try to stop it.

You said that...your boss
was covering your back, too. How's that?

When Robbie Morton's disappearance became
a murder enquiry, I wanted to pull Michael out.

But he begged for more time,
he wanted to come clean to Freya.

So...

I cooked up an alibi. It bought him 24 hours.

You know, if I'd took him out
when I should have, he'd still be alive.

So why didn't you?

Because...

..what's the point of a new life
if it's not worth living?

Do you want another drink?

Sure.

It's good whisky.

So what did your friend do to unearn it?

"Friend" is probably the wrong word.

Um...

My daughter was three years old
when I met her mother...

..and Duncan's her father and we co-parent.

Not very harmoniously.

So, is that your way of telling me
that you're married?

No.

No. Fran died. She's dead.

I'm...I'm very sorry.

It's not really
how you expect things to go wrong, is it?

I didn't expect things to go wrong.

An optimist, huh?

I should go.

OK.

Hey.

Do you bite your nails and then you paint them,
or do you paint them and then you bite?

I paint them.

Alexander.

Thanks for covering for me earlier, Billy.

- I had to pick up Jenny's son.
- Everything OK?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Only it's five o'clock in the morning
and you're not due in till nine.

Couldn't sleep.

Thought I might as well make a start
going through those door-to-door reports.

Might help with the insomnia.

No-one came back with anything.

Still. On the desk?

Aye.

(Phone buzzes)

- Cora.
-  Ah, Jimmy.

Did I wake you?

No. Er... Yeah.

That DNA test you asked for, I got a result.

Robbie Morton and Michael Thompson...

they're father and son.

Oh, er...

OK...

Thanks.

TOSH: Father and son?
- Yeah. That's not all.

Before Michael was killed, he was trying
to renegotiate his witness protection deal.

In return, he was offering them something big.

Nobody knows what it was,

but he did have a meeting
with a junior Fiscal called Brian McDade.

- Who told you this?
- Asha Israni.

- In confidence.
- A whistle-blower?

So you were right...she doesn't like her boss.

Hello. This is DC Wilson
from the Lerwick Police.

I was just wondering about
the changeover day for your holiday cottage.

Yesterday.

And...do you have a contact number
for whoever was renting it last week?

Brian McDade hasn't been at work for two days.

He's called in sick.
It's very out of character apparently.

- DC Wilson.
- Mrs Whelan.

Listen, I won't keep you.

I just need to ask you
about the holiday cottage you were renting.

You said on the phone you saw a car there
sometime after 11:30 on Tuesday night?

Aye, that's right.
We were all still up playing Monopoly.

It was just a bit odd.

The driver... well, he just got out and ran off.

- And this driver, did you get a good look at him?
- It was dark. Sorry.

Is there anything you can remember?

Um...

He had a bag.

- Wait a minute, Abby.
- What kind of bag?

Long. Like the kind for keeping fishing rods in.

- Did you see which way he went?
- Towards Skolland.

- I'm talking. Wait.
- So, the car.

- Can you remember where it was left?
- Yeah, but... Hold on.

It won't be there now.
His mate came back for it about 1am.

His mate? A second man?
You're sure about that?

Yeah. The other guy was different.

- Skinny. Younger maybe.
GIRL: Come on!

- One minute.
- This is very important.

- Sorry.
- Can you remember where the car was parked?

- I mean, exactly where it was?
- Yes.

PEREZ: Neighbour says the car's gone,
hasn't seen him in a couple of days.

I'd say, DS McIntosh, that we have reason
to believe Mr McDade's life may be in danger.

- Don't we?
- Yes, sir.

Tosh, upstairs.

He sees this...and runs.

Do you think he's the source of the leak?

And now he's scared.

(Beep)

(Beep)

MICHAEL:
Freya, I don't know if you can hear this.

(Static, fragments of speech)

(Panting then silence )

(Beep)

(Beep)

Freya, I don't know if you can hear this.

(Static, fragments of speech)

(Panting then silence )

(Beep)

Get uniforms over here and secure this place,
and keep an eye on it.

- Sandy.
-  The shooter had a car.

- I got an eyewitness.
-  OK.

He drove to a spot two miles short of Skolland
some time after 11pm.

He took his bag out the car, a long bag, and
went on foot in the direction of Skolland harbour.

- Looked like he was in a hurry.
-  Have you got the car?

It was driven away at 1am by someone else.

The shooter had help on Shetland.

I'm gonna get on the 7:30 flight.
Meet me at the airport.

Ladies and gentlemen,
as we start our descent into Sumburgh,

please make sure
your seat backs and tray tables...