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Oh, my fucking tooth.

Hello, Merritt. We've been thinking that…

…maybe we've made a mistake.

We've not applied enough pressure
to properly motivate you.

So today,
we're gonna turn up the pressure.

Literally.

See if that jogs your memory.

As you'll see, your body can adjust

to the increases
in air pressure over time.

But it's a bit uncomfortable.

Ah, you're fine.

As long as nobody comes
and opens those vents above you.

Of course…

…if that happened…

…with the increase of pressure…

…well, let's just say it'd be a big mess.

The sort where the undertaker uses
a mop to gather you up.

I don't really know
how much of it you'd feel.

Your body instantly imploding like that.

I hope you won't find out.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la

La, la, la

La, la, la

Get it together, you fucking loser.

Yes. I will tell him.

I will tell him that too.

-Tell me what?
-You're not answering your phone.

-For good reason. What's the second thing?
-That was the second thing.

What's the first thing?

William Lingard's gone missing.

-When?
-Ran away last night.

Threw a television through a window
and escaped.

Last night.

At the same moment
as your press conference.

Interesting timing, don't you think?

He's watching me on the telly,
throws his telly out, runs away.

Pretty interesting.

Do you think it's possible
your press conference provoked him?

It provoked the fuck out of me,
but that's not the question.

The question is, where's he going?

What time did Merritt buy those crisps?

The transaction went through at 10:22 a.m.
Just after they left Oban.

Then what?

William was seen
by the assembly station just…

just before 11:00.

-Do we know what they were fighting about?
-William's hat. It blew overboard.

He tried to climb the rails
to get it back.

-It blew overboard?
-He threw it for some reason.

The wind picked it up
out of the camera frame.

It was windy that day, yeah?

As it is at this moment. Very windy.

And very, very cold.

But it was nice inside, wasn't it?

Can I borrow that?

Why?

-Interesting.
-Yeah.

Excuse me, folks.

Thank you. Thank you.

So all these cameras were in place
four years ago, yeah?

Yes. I have seen the footage.

And Merritt is not in any of it
after she leaves William.

Right. So we're back where we started.

She was on the boat,
and then she wasn't on the boat. Wicked.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are now berthed in…

So, she hadn't been home for a while.

Not since she was a teenager.

She bought the tickets in the morning.
It wasn't planned.

-They would have had to have been lucky.
-Fuck yeah.

No one could've known
William was gonna lose his hat

or that she would come
down here to find it.

So a crime, then, of opportunity.
The wrong person at the right time?

No, they'd been watching her.

To follow someone everywhere they go,
day and night, without being seen,

it takes a lot of experience.

Or dedication, my friend.
Someone really fucking wanted her.

Talk about dark clouds.

The Lingard family had
a bloody thunderhead looming over them

that followed them to and fro
and everywhere in between.

I've never known such a multitude
of bad luck to afflict just one family.

First the mother dies,
the kids too wee to fend for themselves,

the dad too drunk to be of any help.

-Mum died, how?
-Is that not in Merritt Lingard's file?

It was an auto accident.

I'm asking you. As the local law,
you must have a point of view.

It's my point of view
that what happened is what's in the file.

She fell asleep and drove off the road.

-Is there an accident report?
-There is indeed.

In Glasgow, where it actually happened.

You weren't curious?

It was inevitable.

The dark cloud?

The darkest.

-What was she doing in Glasgow?
-I haven't the faintest idea.

But I can tell you that the boy stepped up
and rose to the occasion.

He was a fine student and a fine athlete.
As good a lad as any.

-And Merritt?
-Trouble.

Always one foot in the inferno.
Certainly no stranger to this office.

Not the obvious type
to grow up to be a prosecutor.

Well, you walk in on your brother
getting his head stoved in,

it has an effect.

Yes, could you please give us some details
of the attack on William Lingard?

Harry Jennings, a local offender,
was behind a string of robberies.

He broke into the Lingard house
when William was home asleep.

-And Merritt?
-She was out.

Getting high most likely, with some bloke.
She liked them, if you know what I mean.

What about this other guy that beat him,
this… Harry Jennings?

He died trying to evade arrest.

-Died how?
-He jumped off the ferry.

He tried to run away
by getting on the ferry?

He wasn't a bright lad.

He thought he'd given us the slip.
We phoned the captain.

When the captain
and the first mate approached him,

he jumped overboard.

Doesn't seem high enough to kill somebody.

It is if you're drunk enough,
and Harry Jennings most definitely was.

His blood alcohol peaked
at somewhere between blootered

and completely fucking wrecked.

Speaking of which, is there a pub
that I can find Jamie Lingard?

Nope. The man dried out years ago.
Stays out the pub.

You'll probably find him down the harbor,
playing cards with the other fishermen.

He's still fishing?

Not many fish left now, but up here,

they give it a go
till their wraith takes the helm.

-How poetic.
-Mm, regular Rabbie Burns, me.

Must be nice to have the time.

Well…
Thanks so much for sharing some of it.

-I saw you on the telly.
-Yeah?

I thought you were gonna throw up
right there and then.

Scottish weather doesn't agree with me.

I've known you for two minutes,
and already I get the feeling

that there's not much
that does agree with you.

No wonder there's no crime up here.
You just see through it all.

There's not much crime here

because all the arseholes are
down in London.

-Ah.
-It made me wonder.

Do you really believe
what you were saying up there?

You honestly think you're gonna find her?

Honestly?

I don't know if anyone will find her,
but it'd be nice to know what happened.

Because you're curious?

Because I'm not big
on the dark cloud theory.

What you doing?

Police.

We don't have to break every rule.

Very tidy.

Uh-huh.

Cozy place like this,

it's so hard to believe
that anything bad could happen.

Well, bad things did happen.

Not a lot of sarcasm in Syria, I take it.

Very little, sir.

Pictures of William.
No pictures of Merritt.

Because she was always
a right cunt, that one.

Mr. Lingard, police.

-D.C.I.--
-I don't care who you are, cop.

You cannae just walk intae a man's house.

You're absolutely right.
I do apologize. Door was open.

What you doin' here?

Reopening the investigation
into your daughter's disappearance.

-Why?
-New evidence has surfaced.

What evidence?

Excuse me for asking, but why do you call
your daughter a right cunt?

Because that she was.

And yet, at the age of 24,
she became William's guardian, not you.

I wasn't given much choice.

She wanted to drag me to court
to prove I was unfit to be his dad.

You didn't challenge the petition.

I'm no fancy lawyer.
You think I stood a chance?

You also had a criminal record.

Drunk driving, 2001. Common assault, 2003.

I never said she was wrong.

It's true. I was drunk most of that time.

Even in church.

She did the right thing. I was unfit.

Then she comes to find you
12 years later. Any idea why?

I didn't know she was coming at all.

I told your lot last time.

She wanted nothing to do with me.

-When was the last time you saw William?
-Day after, in hospital.

That's it? You never saw him again?

I couldn't. Too hard.

Even after Merritt disappeared
and you knew he had no one?

He was such a good boy.

So sweet, so smart.

Had so much promise.

I couldn't see him like that.

Did you ever try to find them?
Merritt and William?

Why would I bother?
She clearly didn't want to be found.

That's why you won't find her.

I'm very good at finding things
that don't want to be found.

Yeah, outside of your self-control.

Thank you, Mr. Lingard.

She stole from me.

Stole what exactly?

A necklace. Belonged to Lila, her mum.

Was all I had left of hers.

It was mine, not Merritt's,
but she took it.

She knew what it meant,
but she took it anyway.

Just to hurt me.

Which she did.

Okay.

Thank you.

Life's already painful enough
without having one's family make it worse.

There it is.

Your ma learned
that there was no going home.

She tried many times,
but they wouldn't have her.

Not after I…

How did they put it?

"Undid her."

They cut her off.

They told her if she stayed with me,
she'd get nothing.

Even after you were born,
and then your brother.

-They wouldn't speak to her.
-She said they thought you were too old.

Aye, that they did.

I could have been 20 years younger
and they would have thought the same.

Because I was a fisherman.

Not a doctor or a lawyer

or, better still, a banker.

I thought I was saving her
from those posh Edinburgh folks,

so it broke my heart
to hear I was smothering her.

That she was so unhappy.

That she'd leave us all
and go back to them.

Well, she knew that they weren't
gonna give her any help

as long as she was with you.

Aye, as long as she was with me.
But she would have come home.

She wasn't coming home.

She would've made it right and come back.

No.

There was no making it right.

She wanted them to put
something aside for me and William.

She would never abandon her children.

Is that really what you think?

All I want to say to you is,

as angry as you are with me,

I'm twice as angry with myself.

And maybe you knowing that

will make you less hell-bent all the time

on making me even angrier.

You were right about one thing.

You didn't save her.

She died

trying to save you.

Merritt.

Please, don't.

Fuck you!

Whatever happened on that island,
we won't find it in any file.

No, which is why
I need you to find William.

-You want me to find William?
-I just said I did.

And you will allow me to do this?
To look for him by myself?

Who better than Mr. "I'm good at finding
things that don't wanna be found"?

William won't be
as hard to locate as some.

Tell me something.

Back home, were you working
for the good guys or the bad guys?

When you know which is which,
please do tell me.

Night, William.

Could you please turn
the fucking noise down?

-Listen to it.
-I can't.

My eardrums have exploded
out of my fucking eyeballs.

Just fucking listen to it.

It's about you and me, all right?
How you make me feel.

I can't talk to you

I can talk to anyone

-I can talk to anyone
-Okay, I get it.

You've made your point.

-Look, Mum fucked us both.
-There's another way you could put that.

I was thinking me and you could have…

could have a truce.

Truce, okay. What's that look like?

You stay out of my shit,
and I stay out of yours.

Sounds great,
but we have to live together.

-Until when?
-You are old enough to live on your own.

-I think I'm old enough now.
-I beg to differ.

You are shit at the whole father thing.

And you really excel
at the whole son thing.

Uh, stepson.

Compared to others in my situation,
I'm pretty fucking good.

Well, one's goal in life
should be to raise the bar.

Maybe… let's stop trying.

-Let's pretend we're in the army.
-In the army?

You have your assignments,
and I have mine.

That only works
if you do your assignments.

Okay, if I do,
then will you leave me the fuck alone?

-No.
-Why not?

Because I am your commanding officer,
not your comrade.

I'll make my bed, clean the toilet.

-Use your headphones for your other music.
-Fine.

Maybe not skip school.

-So much.
-It is so fucking boring.

Okay, look, look.

I do all of that, uh-huh,

and you try, just try, not to be
such a massive fucking arsehole.

I can try.

Nobody wanted this situation. I get it.

Let's not pretend it's anything more
than just an arrangement for now.

Okay.

Good morning.

Since when do you smoke?

-Since a few minutes ago.
-Jesus.

I just, um……wanted to check in
after the other day, see how you're doing.

I'm no stranger to mental health problems.

You might remember I had
my own wee meltdown a few years back.

Wee? You were talking in tongues.
It was fucking weird.

-I was not.
-Yeah.

That was just a joke Hardy made one time.

We all have our moments.

Who hasn't had a panic attack
in this horrible world we live in, huh?

Rose, fuck sake.

Stop the cute act
and tell me what the fuck it is you want.

-I just…
-Just fucking what?

Would you let me join your new department?

Why on God's green earth
would you want that?

Because I haven't been
on an actual case in two years.

All they give me is
paperwork no one else wants.

Frankly, it's better than nothing.

-What is it you think I'm doing?
-I have no idea.

But I know Akram's helping you.

This morning he asked me
to get him a pool car.

So?

He's a civilian.
You're letting him investigate.

He's my assistant.
He's assisting me in my investigation.

Is that how you think Moira would see it?

Oh, attagirl. Blackmail me.
That'll get you what you want.

The last thing I need

is another person down here
hogging all the air.

I could cover old leads.
Uh, take witness statements. Write up--

I'm doing all that.

-I'm a good digger.
-A what?

Research. Digging.
That's what I know how to do.

And Hardy knew that. He was the only one
who had me figured out.

-Took me under his wing.
-Ooh, did he, now?

Oh, don't say it like that.
The man's lying in a hospital bed.

Not many men offer to help
without strings.

There's always a string.

-Carl, that is just disgusting. He's--
-Hardy knew your old man.

-Oh.
-Yeah, he was his training officer.

-Hardy never said anything.
-He wouldn't.

So then, Hardy would definitely want you
to take me on, wouldn't he?

We will try it for one day.

Thank you, Carl. Thank you. I--

Shut up. I'm not done.

You can have one day,

and if you manage to not annoy me
by the end of said day,

then maybe, maybe, I'll think about it.

Where do you want me?

For now, you can share
that desk with Akram.

-You'll speak to Moira? Make it official?
-Let's see how it goes.

Yeah, sure.

What cunt's been sleeping in my bed?

What cunt's been eating my porridge?

And what cunt's gonna get the fuck out

before I huff and puff
and cut his fucking throat?

Go on, then.

What's your name?

I don't think the dog can talk.

Away you go, ya wee fuckin' prick!

Get tae fuck, ya fuckin' spastic!

Do you mind?

Your chewing, it's loud.

Misophonia.

What?

My dad had it. It's a thing
where a person's very sensitive to sounds.

I'm only sensitive
to annoying sounds, like chewing.

-And slurping.
-Oh, sorry.

Or your voice, frankly.

Were you close with your father?

You want to talk about my family?

I could give a shit about your family.
Your father. Were you close?

Uh…

He divorced my mum when I was five.
Married a dental hygienist.

Actually, it was his dental hygienist.

-Do you talk to him still?
-Now and then.

Birthdays, holidays, that sort of thing.
But less and less.

He's got other kids.
I can imagine us not speaking at all.

That would be okay?

It's not like there's a lot
beyond that he made me with my mum.

Say he never spoke to you for 12 years.

What would make you wanna go and see him?

If he were sick.
You know? Dying. Say goodbye.

Any other reason?

You want to know why Merritt went to Mhòr.

-Why didn't you say?
-I'm trying to get to know you.

Ach, are you fuck.

Nah, Merritt's a totally different thing.

How so?

Well, her dad was a drunk. A shit.

He claims he had no idea she was coming,
that this was last minute.

So maybe it is as simple
as she was threatened and ran away.

-That's the obvious choice.
-What's your theory?

You're asking what I think?

No doubt you have your own clever insight
to counter my obvious one.

There was another reason
Merritt went back,

and it had nothing to do with her dad.

I think she went back there
to see someone else.

You knew that.

This was like a… teaching moment.

A what?

-You wanted to teach me.
-I don't teach.

Look at you,
being a right proper mentor and all.

-I'm no one's fucking mentor.
-I'm touched, really.

Are you through?

-Oh.
-Right.

Seeing as we don't have Merritt's phone,
start with her work diary.

Go back three months.

Look for strange appointments,
unexplained meetings, notes she made.

Okay. Um, does this mean I get to stay?

Go through her bank statements.

Anything that stands out,
no matter how small.

Purchases.
Places she went that don't make sense.

Uh, what about her email threats?

Traced to internet cafés,
piggybacked from off-site.

Hmm. Be worth to see if anyone collected
digital media from those places.

Anyone from here.

I doubt it, considering
the investigation wasn't that thorough.

Which brings me
to another way of looking at this.

Was it deliberately fucked up?

What, seriously?

Well, team leader was Fergus Dunbar,
whose biggest case prior to this was

the Royal View Hotel housekeeping
robbery and blackmail scandal.

I don't know that one.

Right.

How did Dunbar get the case?
Who was it who made the decision?

You want us to investigate us?

Starting now, yeah. We look at everyone.

D.C.I. Morck. How are you feeling?

I need a list of Merritt's colleagues
she worked most closely with.

I thought maybe
you were having a heart attack.

That would include magistrates
and solicitors from the other side.

You must have
their statements from last time.

Last time was bungled.
I'd like to ask my own questions.

In your own careful way.

Did you know
Merritt was receiving death threats?

Working here, it would be unusual
if she hadn't been.

These threats don't correlate to any case.

Just someone who wanted to kill her.

Among other things. Jesus.

She didn't mention this to you?

No, but then again, she wouldn't have.

-Meaning she didn't trust you?
-No.

Meaning that she was never one of us.

She wore the clothes,
she spoke the language,

but she was always,
as they say, on the outside looking in.

Because of who she was
or how she was treated at work?

Oh, do fuck off, Carl.

I gave her more opportunities than anyone.
I gave her my respect.

But Merritt, eh, she always wanted more.

She wanted your job?

She was in a hurry. Let's put it that way.

And then four years ago,
she kills herself, and you thought what?

I thought her darker side had
finally caught up with her.

-Her darker side?
-Merritt had secrets.

The answer to where she is now,
be it above or below ground,

is likely to be found in one of them.

That's all you're giving me?
That she, like the rest, had secrets?

That's all I have.

Oh, and, D.C.I. Morck,

in the future, I'd like you
to keep in mind that I'm Lord Advocate

and not some crim
you ambuscade in the car park.

If you wish to speak with me,
arrange it through my office.

"Ambuscade."

I'll remember that.

Hey. Wake up.

Who the fuck are you?

Did you find these in the wall?
Did you open the wall?

Open what wall?

The one upstairs.
The one that has been ripped open.

-You a cop?
-Please, answer my question.

-The other guy did that.
-What other guy?

-You are a cop.
-This guy?

Aye, him. The freak.

-Where is he?
-Don't carry a gun, do you?

It's not allowed. My dad was a cop.

What would I need a gun for?

The man that was here,
that opened the wall. Where is he now?

I don't have to tell you.

Where is he now?

It hurts, I know.

It's a pressure point.

Soon you will feel it behind your eyes,
and then you will vomit.

He ran away. We don't know where he went.
He ran down the road.

Thank you very much.

-Ah.
-Afternoon, Mrs. Marsh.

Can you not leave me be?

William Lingard isn't in there, is he?

Of course he's not. He's at Egley House.

He was, but he ran off two days ago.

-What makes you think he's here?
-This is CCTV from a mile up the road.

Oh, William.

He was here after Merritt disappeared.

He'd know the way.

He may, but he's not here.

You'd have no problem
if we take a look around?

I have a massive problem
with you having a look around.

-Fred was a collector.
-Fred?

My ex-husband.

I only keep them up
because they're calming.

-So you're not religious?
-Not anymore.

No.

After we lost our baby,
my faith faded away,

along with my marriage.

I was lucky to get that job with William.
It filled a void.

Merritt was always telling me
I was too close.

I hope you never find her.

-Excuse me?
-Carl.

I don't mean that in a cruel way.

No?

Merritt was
the most rueful person I've ever met.

Must be a relief for her, wherever she is.

Carl.

William!

I have to say, if I saw me on the telly,

I'd jump out of a window too.

This comes from the house?
From the box in the wall?

-Mm.
-Cormorant?

Or maybe a great northern diver.
A shorebird, though.

Shorebird? You saw this bird on the water?

Maybe on the ferry?

The hat you wore on the ferry?

Can he write?

He draws beautifully.
You draw… beautifully.

He has aphasia.
He can draw, but he can't write.

You saw someone
with that hat on the ferry?

Not on the ferry.

At home.

You saw someone wearing that at home?

At home and on the ferry?

Mm.

With Merritt?

Scratch it!

Stop it.

Another reason people hate you.
Your brilliant sense of timing.

He's English.

I'm so sorry. I'll leave you to it.

Aw, don't rush off on his account.

Another minute,
her and I would've been making plans.

How's your wife?

So I went up to Mhòr yesterday.

Talked with Jamie Lingard,
Merritt's father.

-Did you, now?
-Mm-hmm.

You'd have liked him.

Proper sweetie.

He said that when she was younger,

she was not
the upright citizen she became.

Not at all ambitious
or motivated to do anything

beyond looking for a good time.

Makes you wonder what happened to her.

Did you read the file?

Nah. Been super busy
playing squash and going to the cinema.

And?

Whatever happened on the boat
wasn't planned. Crime of opportunity.

-We both agree on that.
-Bumped into the wrong someone.

That all you got?

I'm in bed reading a file.
What do you expect?

-I enjoyed your press conference.
-Fuck off.

No, you looked
like you were in charge up there.

Once more, fuck off.

What happened?

I was ambushed. Wasn't prepared.

Really? It looked a lot
like your wee arse dropped out.

Let's see how you deal
with walking into a room of journos.

I can't walk.

Can you get me a computer?

Depends.

You gonna pull the cripple card
every time we have a row?

I might.

But if I'm gonna help,
I'm gonna need a computer.

If I can't be out
doing what I do normally,

I'm gonna have to do it
another way, aren't I?

I'll get you one.

Yep?

Word has it that your new assistant
is running around like a cop.

He is a cop. Or he was,
you know, back in Syria.

Except that, as I'm sure you're aware,
this isn't Syria.

-No, there's actual sunshine in Syria.
-Carl.

I gave him an errand, is all. Jesus.

His job is to sort and file.

Well, it's a waste of the man.
He's good. Annoying… but good.

I'm gonna take Rose.
Turns out she's not as dumb as she looks.

A, you can't say things like that anymore,
and B, no, you're not.

We're close on Merritt Lingard.

Oh.

-Tell me.
-Not yet.

Right. I can only assume
you're full of your usual shite.

-Just give me Rose and a laptop.
-You already got one.

-Akram doesn't.
-He doesn't need one.

-Thanks, Mother. This was great.
-Where you going?

-To my office.
-Ah, would that it were so, hmm?

You seem to be forgetting
to turn up to your appointments.

I'm not forgetting.

Oh, well, then you seem to be forgetting
that these sessions are mandatory

when an officer's been in a shooting.

Do you want me to actually solve cases
or sit around whining about my childhood?

Oh.

I shudder when I think of you as a child.

Go to the sessions or I'll give
your assignment to someone else.

So you ratted me out, huh?

-I'm worried about you.
-Oh, well, that must gall you.

I wasn't before,
but I am now, after your little episode.

I was dehydrated, okay?

I'd imagine you must have been,
after all that sweating.

So you watched it?

Several times, with and without sound.

I had a panic attack once.

-It wasn't a panic attack.
-Day of my wedding.

-Before or after?
-During.

-The talky bit.
-Nice.

Except I couldn't speak,
so I couldn't say, "I do."

If I was a religious type,
I'd say God was trying to rescue me,

but as a person of science,
I'll say I got lucky.

Lucky?

It turns out
he had a family back in Leeds.

-Wife, etc.
-Awesome.

Yeah. Greedy fucker.

Not sure I could pull that off.
Fucking logistics alone, Jesus.

I'm sure it wasn't easy.
I mean, fair play to Albert.

Albert, yeah?

Mm-hmm?

Had you pegged
as more of a Jake or a Luke type.

Anyway,

in case you missed it,
that was me opening up.

Showing you how it's done.

Thank you, yeah. Very educational.

You're welcome.

They were here
when we got in this morning.

Every case Merritt Lingard ever worked on.

Okay, well,
keep hold of them for a week or so,

and then send them all
except the last five cases she worked on

back to the Procurator Fiscal.

-Serious?
-You wanna go through 'em?

Shouldn't we?

Only out of desperation.
You are gonna go up to Mhòr tomorrow.

Weren't you just there?

We were. And it was so pretty,
we thought that you should see it too.

Really?

Right.

William Lingard was beaten
by Harry Jennings during a robbery--

Jennings died trying to escape.

-I know this.
-I'm showing you I've read the file.

How about showing me instead that
you can wait until I'm fucking finished?

How about that?

I want you to go up there
and chat up the local law.

Prick named Cunningham.

-Chat him up?
-You know, work him.

Something you're looking for?

Get him talking
about the family, Jennings, anything…

he didn't tell me, basically.

Why wouldn't he want to tell you?

Carl and the constable
did not get off on the right foot.

-Huh. Imagine that.
-I've gotta go.

Does this mean
I'm doing this because I'm a woman

and I can use that to soften him up?

-Or because I'm a good police offic--
-First one.

Jasper?

Martin!

Right, talk to me.

He got a call from his mother.

Next thing, he's cursing a storm,
tearing the place up.

-Things were better.
-Apparently not.

-Where did he go?
-I don't know, but, um… he had a suitcase.

Fucking hell.

If there was no confrontation…
No altercation.

If there was no altercation,

why didn't you call
for an ambulance sooner, Mr. Finch?

It must have been obvious to you
that your wife's injuries were severe.

-…focused.
-Happy that's puréed enough?

-That's good.
-Okay.

He wants everything exactly right.

I've done this all by myself.

I'm so happy. I'm proud of you.

I actually have.

I knew that we were going
to work together to make art.

"L. H."

"L. H."

"Why are you here?"

Oh, fuck.

Hi, Mum.

I'm at home.

I'm just… getting ready for a date.

No, no, no, you've not met him,
but he's… he's very nice.

Um…

Very successful.

Runs his own…

car service.

No, Mum, he's not an Uber driver.

He's the owner.

Yeah, it's, um…

Daniel.

Boobrie.

Yeah, Mum, that is his name.
Uh, look, I've gotta go.

Uh… I'm just out of the bath,
and I need to dry off, okay?

Love you. Bye.

Fuck.