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There were 18 cameras
to stop automobile break-ins.

They pick her up everywhere,
then nothing. She's just gone.

Maybe she didn't want 'em to see her.

But more likely, she fell overboard.

Why do you say this?

Because who plans a murder
on a fucking ferry?

Once you've done it, you're stuck.

All right. Let's say it wasn't planned.
Let's say it was spontaneous.

Let's say she pissed off

"some ned in the queue for a pint,"

and he chucked her over.

Well?

- Someone would see this.
- They would.

And yet here's a crowded boat,
and not one person saw, heard anything.

So short of "She was beamed
aboard the mothership,"

the most plausible theory is
that she ran away from her life,

or, less plausible, fell in by accident,
albeit without anybody seeing or hearing.

Unless someone took her.

They could overpower her,
stop her from screaming.

Kidnapping off a ferry has
the same problems as murder,

as well as posing the question
of why go out to sea to kidnap her,

and why would you grab her up
and not ransom her?

True. There is no ransom.

And if they wanted to kill her,
there are much easier ways.

But what if they made a mistake
and killed her by accident?

Four years later, and no body is found.
This is very strange, no?

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Oh, this isn't so bad, eh?

It's nice and quiet down here. Relaxing.

Mm, yeah, it's like a bloody health spa.

I'm relieved your computer's working.

- You haven't answered my emails.
- They probably went straight into my junk.

Lucky for you, you've got
an assistant from the world of IT.

Perhaps he can help you.

Of course, ma'am.

I'm waiting for the report
on your first case.

We're looking at about 8,000 options,
so how's spring?

The government gave us

a large sum of money
to set this department up.

When can we expect
that large sum to trickle down?

They'd like to announce it to the press,
but can't until you decide on a case.

Must be desperate to look
like they're doing something.

At least someone is, Carl.

- It's a process.
- Aye, a process.

Does that involve nicking open files
and logging, unauthorized...

Come on, Moira,
you don't give a shit about cold cases.

- Choose a case or get out the building.
- Actually...

- Fuck you!
- Uh...

Oh, for God's sake, Carl.
Are we 12? Yeah? We're 12.

Detective Morck has just today
found a very interesting case.

I am surprised he doesn't mention it.

Detective Morck has found
many things that don't make sense.

Yeah, like why you're opening your mouth.

He thinks it could be deliberate,
not suicide.

There were no witnesses
and no body's ever been found.

I don't think that is what I think.

Merritt Lingard.
She was a blunt instrument, that one.

- Uh, not unlike Detective Morck.
- Cheers.

There was probably a very long line
of people wanting her dead.

Prosecutor goes missing
at the top of her game. They'll love it.

At least give it a day or two.

I didn't know we had showers.

Get the fuck out of here, Judas.

- I will go clean the bathroom.
- We're in the fucking bathroom.

We focus on the witness, Caroline Kerr.

Have we got eyes on her?

Not really. She's not been out much.

Her mum does the shopping.

Caroline takes her wee man out
for a morning walk.

Still, not sure I'd walk my kid
around the same area

as I was tagged as a witness for a murder.

Maybe yours.

Thank you for the, uh,
as usual, keen insight, Carl,

but now, if you'll leave us.

She knows everyone around there.
Even the wrong'uns. Maybe a few.

D.C.I. Morck...

Probably the victim as well.
Estates. Everyone knows everyone.

You know this how?

Because, unlike you,
I grew up in a place like that.

We're watching.
She's not been seen with anyone.

They know you're watching.
They're probably watching you watch her.

She'll come through eventually.
I could tell she wanted to help.

What's the name of her kid? Hm?

You expect her
to risk her life to help you,

and you don't even know
the name of her child.

Are you here for a reason,
or are you just bored in your basement?

'Cause we're busy.

- Fergus Dunbar.
- What about him?

- I wanna talk to him.
- Good luck with that.

- Was he transferred?
- He's in rehab.

Really? Good for him.

- Some weird fucking church.
- When did this happen?

Since he apparently lost whisky
and found Jesus.

You were still at home.

Recovering.

Which weird fucking church?

Fungus.

Morck.

Don't worry. Just came by
to pick your brain on an old case.

Merritt Lingard. Prosecutor.
Went missing off a ferry four years ago.

Yeah. I know who she is.

I'm wondering why
you're talking about her now.

Because I'm thinking
about reopening the case.

Guys, why don't we all go
and grab some lunch, eh?

I made up some egg sandwiches.

They're in fridge.

In the last 10 seconds,
I've learned more about you

than in the 8 years you were on the job.

I might not have been
the greatest officer. I made mistakes.

But if you've came here
to pin some cock-up on me, fuck off.

Now that is not
a very Christlike thing to say.

I've taken responsibility
for everything I did.

This is about what you didn't do.

I did everything I could to find her.
I had divers in the water for weeks.

I had officers from...

eight local authorities
all searching the coastline for her.

So you were there from the start?

I interviewed all the passengers that day.

Not just on their ferry.
On the other boat in the water that day.

But nobody saw anything, right?

Apart from the brother, but...
Well, that's a whole thing.

The brother. Remind me?

- Did you even read the file?
- I read the bit where you arrested him.

There was footage of them fighting.

Our thinking was maybe he pushed her over,
but there was nothing to back that up.

Not to mention he had some, uh... issues.

Even if he had given her a shove,
that fall wasn't enough to kill her.

- Were there other suspects?
- Come on. Plenty.

In her line of work,
she had more enemies than we did.

Nothing that stuck.

I always thought
the brother was the key in all of this.

He was the one and only witness that day.

If anyone knows what happened to her,
it was him.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

The Lingard brother, what's his name?

- I'm praying.
- I can see that.

But this... this is a police station,
not a mosque. What's his name?

- William Lingard.
- Where is he?

He lives at a treatment facility.

Which one?

Uh, it is called, uh...

Egley House.

- Thanks.
- I should go with you.

My daughters are always texting me
videos of cats.

I don't know why.

I have two daughters, nine and eleven.

Before this, I was home with them,
but now my youngest starts school, so...

They have Scottish accents.
It's very cute.

- How long have you lived here?
- Almost eight years.

- Why Edinburgh?
- They needed doctors.

My wife, she was a surgeon in Syria.

And you worked for the police?

Yeah.

It's the next exit.

I don't think we're supposed to park here.

I could've saved you the drive.

We don't allow Mr. Lingard
to see visitors.

Even if we did,
he wouldn't be much use to you.

I'm aware of his condition,
and I can handle it sensitively.

I doubt that.

Last time the police interviewed him,
they insisted on prodding him for hours,

despite it being obvious he had nothing.

As in any profession,

not all my colleagues are
equal in competence.

Your colleagues traumatized him,

left him even more withdrawn.

And for what?

He had nothing to do with his sister's
disappearance, nothing at all.

We're in agreement,
but he was the last one to see her alive,

so I'd love to have the conversation.

It wouldn't be much of one.

- William suffers from aphasia.
- Which is?

In layman's terms, the part of the brain

responsible for language, expression,
and comprehension has been damaged.

He can't communicate?

He was capable of some interaction,
though mostly non-verbal, of course.

But in the last few years, he's regressed.
He doesn't interact with anyone.

- What's he do all day?
- Draws.

- Draws?
- Pictures.

- Of what?
- Whatever he fancies.

There's no rhyme or reason
to his subjects.

- Can I see them?
- No, you cannot.

Mm.

There's nothing William can help you with.

Well, he is a grown man,

so he can decide for himself
whether he wants to see me.

He may be a grown man,
but the decision is not his to make.

Why is that?

One of the many conditions
of bringing William here

was that I would become
his legal guardian.

Why?

- It was the court's decision.
- Mm.

I'm considered a very safe pair of hands.

My institute pays William's expenses,
which are considerable.

There's a tendency
for those less scrupulous than myself

to abandon patients like William
when they're deemed hopeless.

Is William hopeless?

I like to think no one is hopeless,

but he is helpless,

and as such, unable to protect himself

from an errant inquiry
that may trigger him.

You'll have to trust
my judgment on this one.

Here's your speech,
parking pass, and invitation.

- And the speaking order?
- Uh...

My dear Elise. Don't tell me you forgot.

How many times did I ask you to check?

If you'll excuse me,
I'm awarding a colleague

at the Neurology Society luncheon
this afternoon.

I wasn't finished.

If you need anything further,
you can come back

with the appropriate warrant.

You make me come back with a warrant,
it won't be just for him.

It'll be
for your financial records as well.

Maybe we'll get the health department
down here, have a look around.

Think I saw a rodent on the staircase.

- Your tone is opprobrious.
- Whatever that means.

It means I don't appreciate
your feeble misuse of force.

I don't give a fuck,

which means I don't give a fuck.

How lucky we are to have men like you
out there on the thin blue line,

patrolling our dangerous streets
and keeping us safe from harm.

Sometimes, the streets aren't
where the real danger is.

Oh, yes, I understand.

Feel free to search my office
for weapons of mass destruction.

I am learning so much from you, sir.

Fuck.

- Are you sure?
- Very sure.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Carl.

Apparently, there is someone
who still comes for William.

Wallace said he doesn't get visitors.

She lied.

I'm shocked.

Well, they're not exactly visits.

- Maggie, the receptionist...
- Maggie?

Maggie tells me there's a woman
who comes once a week

to bring William baked goods
or a jumper and so on.

- A woman?
- Mrs. Claire Marsh.

She was the housekeeper

and William's carer
before Merritt disappeared.

- Once a week?
- Correct.

So she's maybe... not far?

She's not.

Only one of you here
will be the sole survivor.

How is it different
now you're all one tribe? Lee.

People who are your friends

and looked you in the eye
and said they'd never vote for you...

- Doesn't seem to be anyone at home.
- Her car is here.

I hear something.

Akram.

What the fuck?

Twat.

Oh, God.

Oh, f...

Ah, f...

Oh, fuck.

I'm fine. Fuck off.

- Claire Marsh?
- Who are you?

- D.C.I. Morck, and this is...
- Akram.

What are you doing out here?

Wanted to ask a few questions
about Merritt Lingard.

Have you found her?

No, I've got a few questions
about her disappearance.

A little late, don't you think?

You took care of the brother?

I did, but, uh...

Oh.

Haven't thought of them in years.

Do you mean apart from the once a week
that you visit William at Egley House?

This is where you invite us in for tea.

I'm very protective of William.
I don't trust anyone when it comes to him.

You've seen how miserable that place is.
And that woman. Wretched cow.

She's writing some fancy book about him.

- Were there other family members?
- It was only the two of them.

He was in a council care home
when Dr. Wallace found him.

Not that one. That one.

Found him?

She heard and wanted to study him at her...

- Mama.
- ...private clinic.

Sorry.

Uh, study him?
It's a common enough disability, no?

- You don't know?
- Know what?

William isn't disabled.

Well, I suppose he is now,
but he wasn't born that way.

He had an accident when he was 16.
Suffered serious head trauma.

Milk?

- No, thank you.
- Yes.

- What accident?
- Merritt wouldn't talk.

It was one of many things
one didn't ask about.

It's an injury that caused his problems
with speech regression and so on.

Was he aggressive with Merritt?

Not that nonsense
about him pushing her overboard.

They did fight on the ferry.

- They didn't fight.
- He shoved her.

Help yourselves.

William could sometimes get frustrated.

Imagine being locked in your head.

You think you're communicating,
and yet no one else can understand you.

Sometimes he'd get confused,
lose his temper. He never meant harm.

Was he that way with you?

"That way"?

Violent.

No. Never.

Do you remember the weeks
before Merritt went missing?

Anything strange about her behavior?

It was a long time ago.

Not that long.

It was a normal week.

Merritt was a bit on edge about a case,
but every case set her on edge.

She was ambitious.

The Graham Finch case.

The one she lost.

Yeah, thank you, Akram.

I couldn't say,
just that she was always exhausted,

working all hours, coming home late.

Did she ever mention receiving threats?

No, not that she'd tell me
something like that.

Merritt was a very private person.

Most people didn't know William existed
until after she disappeared.

Why keep him a secret?

Not a secret, per se,

so much as separate.

There was this line
between her work and her home.

Anyone ever come round?
Friends? Boyfriend?

Girlfriend?

Come round to that place?

It was the middle of nowhere.
Took me an hour to get there.

The only person she had was me.

Even so, she never bothered to tell me
they were going on a trip that day.

I came to work, and they were just gone.

I saw the rest on the news,
like everybody.

You didn't like her much, did you?

She doesn't sound that likeable.

Always tense,
keeps secrets, rude, no friends.

And yet... you stayed
with the family for how long?

Twelve years. For William.

Not her. He needed me.

You say in your statement
she couldn't have jumped off the boat.

If she had jumped off,
William would have jumped in after her.

He would have done anything for her.
Absolutely anything.

Cold as she was,

I can't accept
she'd leave him on his own like that.

She wouldn't do that to him.

She loved him.

Far as I know,
he was the only person she loved.

I've seen too many cases like this.

Someone's there one day, gone the next.

How many of them did you find?

Not enough.

- What?
- I'm very sorry to bother you.

It's Louise here. Louise Eldridge.

- Who?
- Jasper's headteacher.

Oh, yes, um... Louise.
Sorry, what's the problem?

We haven't seen Jasper in school today.

We're wondering if you knew where he was?

Yeah, he's at school.

Jasper!

Power's out.

How long has this been going on?

It's the third time in 20 minutes.
The stamina kids have is...

I meant how long
has he been skipping school?

I don't follow him around.

- I should go in.
- Doesn't sound like the best time.

Fuck.

They don't wanna talk to you. Teenagers.

Oh, really, Martin? And you know this
because of all your parenting experience?

You're probably unaware
that a teenage boy's frontal lobe

isn't fully joined until he's 23,

which means his impulse functions
aren't fully developed.

I'm having
a pretty strong impulse right now.

Okay, I tried.

Hi.

I'll just, uh... get my... bag.

Are you gonna introduce us?

Uh, no.

Where are you going?

Um...

Hell.

I'll see you there!

Little shit.

Oh, fuck.

What about the power?

Hi.

How can I get the records
of Merritt Lingard's cases?

Carl said to ask you.

- Me?
- Yes, we need them.

We?

We're investigating
her disappearance four years ago.

Yeah, I know the case.
You're working on it with him?

I'm assisting him, yes.

- He's up to something.
- Excuse me?

- Watch yourself.
- I don't...

Carl doesn't let
someone like you assist him.

Someone like me? Meaning what?

Meaning someone not him.

Ah, yes. He's a lone wolf, as they say.

He's the fucking devil.

If he's being nice to you, he's using you.

- How do you know this?
- I was a junior on his old team.

Before he, you know, got shot.

Then what are you doing here?

It really wasn't a big deal.

What wasn't really a big deal?

I had this minor...

issue.

But I'm all good now, so...

So, um, the records I'm requesting.

- I'll get them.
- Thank you so much.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Too much?

Oh, no. It looks good.

Actually, I was wondering
if I could talk to you.

It's about my caseload.

I've been on desk for a while now.
I think it's time I got back out there.

I know what you're gonna say,
but I haven't had an episode in months.

I'm taking my medication,
keeping my head down like you asked.

It's just not the right time.

Uh...

I hear your conversations.
I know you need help.

- Yeah, but...
- Is it because I'm a woman?

Seriously?

Carl, who right now is mental as fuck,

gets a whole department
he doesn't care about.

- That's different.
- I'm just asking for a chance.

- We can discuss it when things calm down.
- When do things ever calm down?

Yep, okay.

"When do things ever calm down?"
Fucking idiot.

So...

What shall we talk about?

How about how your best friend was shot,
and you think it's your fault?

Fucking hell.

You sound a lot less bored than last time.
Is this some new kind of therapy?

You took Hardy there.
It wasn't your callout.

- And then you went inside without backup.
- Hardy went in with me.

- You were the senior officer.
- We were partners.

I saw the bodycam footage.

You were yammering away, making jokes.

What you call yammering, we call coping.

Well, you missed the guy in the kitchen.

The first officer should've...

He's dead and can't say
what he did or didn't do.

It wasn't your first crime scene.

Let's be blunt,
since you seem to prefer things that way,

and say what it was.

A giant cock-up.

One that left your best friend and partner
partially paralyzed, and you... What?

Grumpy?

Seriously pissed off.

Aren't you always pissed off at everyone?

You're so much smarter.

- If you say so.
- You say so.

You say it often, according to your file,
which I've now read more carefully.

I just don't find any of this helpful,
if we're being honest.

- Why did you come back?
- I was ordered to.

You don't strike me as someone who pays
attention to such minutia as orders.

Maybe I think you're pretty
and wanted to see you. How about that?

Wow.

Okay.

You weren't wearing that last time.

That's the mistake you think you made?

Um...

Regardless of my marital status,
you can't say what you just said anymore.

I'm sure there's a hotline you can call.

Fuck. Sorry.

Seriously.

Uh...

I hope you're really happy.

I... I think, um...
I think we're getting a bit off track.

- Were we ever on track?
- I don't know. Maybe.

- Shall we start again?
- Yeah, definitely.

Okay.

Okay. I'll...

- I'll go out and come back in again.
- Oh, God. Look...

There's really no need.

It'll clear the air.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, where's...?

Where's the guy that was in this bed?

You'll have to talk to the duty nurse.
I just came on.

- Come on. Get the fuck out the way.
- Oh, shit. Yeah. Sorry.

On three. One, two, three.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

We'll leave you to visit with your friend.

Whatever you've got,
you're not to share it.

Yeah, never.

It's a bit fucking early, don't you think?

More like just in time.

You look like shite.

- It's been a day.
- Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Came home and found Jasper
shagging some girl.

Yay for him.

- Do you want me to leave?
- Up to you, mate.

Okay.

See you later.

Good morning, Merritt.

Hope you didn't think we'd forgotten you.

Had you been gone? I hadn't noticed.

We've returned from our holiday.

How lovely.

Did Shadow Number Two go with you?

Aye, we were down by the seaside.

The sun came out for a change.
It was even warm enough to swim.

And, of course, for ice cream.

It's a shame
neither of you managed to drown.

I'm sure you don't mean that.

Or you could have stayed
where you were permanently.

What, and miss today?

What's today?

Is it your birthday or something?

Even better.

It's the end of the month.

And you know what that means.

I get cake?

That's the spirit.

Ready when you are, Merritt.

Why are you here?

Kirsty Atkins.

What did you do to Kirsty?

I put her in prison.

Of course you did.

Seven calls in three days.

Must be getting on well with the POs.

You said before
that if I was willing to testify,

you'd do what you could to help me.

I said that
before you wasted my time in court.

- But here we are.
- Aye, here we are.

And there he is,
out walking and talking per usual.

- Who are we talking about?
- Graham Finch.

What about him?

I saw you on the telly, talking about him.

And it... jogged some things loose.

- Such as?
- I'll need some assurances.

Really?

Suspend my sentence.

Kirsty, no disrespect, but open your eyes.

You're in a cage in your prison jammies.

Do you think you have
any kind of leverage?

I knew the wife.

- Okay.
- Let's just start with that.

Once you tell me I'm getting out of here,

I'll tell you all about how I met her
at a Women's Aid refuge two years ago.

I'm not doing this again.

If you've got something, get it out,
so I can get back to the fresh air,

and you can get back to copping smack
and shagging the screws?

- I'm clean eight months now.
- You want a hug?

I'm just saying, bitch.

I was baked 24-7 when I got grabbed.

Had you asked me what my name was,
I would have said Princess Margaret.

But now, with all that paste
out my system,

I don't fucking recognize
that person anymore.

I just want to start over.

Get myself right.

- You would have to testify in open court.
- Whatever I have to do.

After you get me out of here.

I can't do that until you testify.

In the meantime, I can probably get you
into protective confinement.

PC? That's basically solitary.
Why the fuck would I do that?

I don't know, Kirsty. Your conscience?

You fucking cunt!

Get out, now!

You fucking arsehole!

You fucking cunt!

I'll kill you!

You didn't help her, did you?

No.

Why didn't you help poor Kirsty?

I thought she was lying.

Merritt.

She told me
she was in serious trouble, and...

I just left her there.

I could have helped her.

Yes, you could have.

Feels good, doesn't it?

To get it all out.
To realize just how vile you were.

And that now you're the one
who needs to pay.

It does feel good.

It feels very good.

That's a good lass, Merritt.

Right, so is that it?

Is... Is she dead?

Is what it?

This has all been about Kirsty Atkins?

Are you her sister or something?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Are you fucking kidding, Merritt?

Bravo, Merritt.

That was quite the performance.

The tears in particular. Nice touch.

- Fuck off.
- So real.

What about George Ovenden, then?

Finn McBain? Connor Campbell?

Oh, come on.
You guessed him two years ago.

Donald Duck. I don't know.

Will you kill me and be done with it?

I would rather die than play
any more of these fucking games.

And so you've said. Many, many times.

But you don't really mean it.

Fuck if I don't mean it.

If you wanted to die,
you'd have stopped eating a long time ago.

You'd have found a way to kill yourself.

I really would have enjoyed watching that.

You can't keep me in here forever.

You've reached Victoria.
Please leave a message.

Hey, I don't know why I'm calling.

You might remember
I got shot in the head a few months ago.

I'm fine, obviously. No big deal.

Not that you called.

Uh, Jasper.

Fuck.

Uh...

Jasper's same old Jasper.
I mean, hates my fucking guts.

I think he hates
everyone's fucking guts, actually.

Except for the girl he's been shagging.
Yeah, that's happening.

Hasn't been to school in over a week.

I know we said he was better off with me,

but I think I'm better off alone.

Akram?

I'm not sure I'm in the right place.

I'm gonna go with probably not.

D.C.I... Morck?

Yeah?

Stephen Burns.

I was Merritt Lingard's supervisor.

Back then.

Ah.

What can I do for you?

I understand you're reopening the case,

and I, well, just wanted
to introduce myself.

Very nice to meet you.

I imagine at some point
you're gonna have questions.

I've got a few right now.

- Can I just ask you something?
- Yeah.

Now, why choose Merritt
as your first case?

It just jumped out.

One of those cases you take one look at,
and you go, "Oh."

Just screams all wrong.

- Really?
- Mm.

- Ah.
- I see.

Weren't the two of you trying a case
before she disappeared?

Yeah, Graham Finch.

Yeah, a guy chucked his wife
out of the window.

Down the stairs.

They were drunk, and she had just told him
she was leaving him.

Mmm. I bet she wanted to get him, no?

Oh, she certainly did.

Well, we all did.

- Yeah, but you lost that one.
- Well, the jury went against us.

- It happens.
- Well, not to her.

I've seen her records.
She wasn't exactly prone to losing.

No, she wanted to go
straight back after him,

charge him again with culpable homicide.

Would you say it, um, damaged her career?

Quite the opposite.

She'd easily have my job by now.

You're doing what a good advocate does.

What's that, then?

Asking questions
you already know the answer to.

But you're not on trial.

Still, I feel as if I need a lawyer.

Well, I've got one of those personalities
that makes everyone feel that way.

Tell me, why did you tell the police

you thought Merritt
had taken her own life?

There's one I don't know the answer to.

He got away.

She couldn't let it go.

I... I just don't think
it was in her nature.

Uh, she had a...

...a dark side, you know?

Do you think there's a possibility
she's... she's still out there?

No, I don't.

But I mean, anything's possible.

Sir, they want you upstairs.

For what?

Excuse me. I didn't mean to keep you.

Uh...

I should be up there too. If you need me,
you know where to find me.

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. Thank you.

Why are you interrupting?
And what the fuck are you talking about?

There is a press conference.

There's a what?

Ah, you're late.
Ugh, you could have shaved.

Where's your tie?
Can we get him a tie and a coat?

Can't go out like this.

Lydia Brown, press liaison.

Here's your statement.
You'll follow the superintendent.

Whoa, wait.

Just read it. You'll be fine.

Moira.

Moira.

Hello, everyone.
Thank you for coming today.

I'll just make a brief statement.

My name is Detective Chief Superintendent
Moira Jacobson.

Following the successful outcome
of the Windley case up in Aberdeenshire,

we are here today to announce
a new department we're establishing

within the Specialist Crime Division

aimed specifically
at tackling unsolved murders

and other serious crimes
that warrant renewed investigation.

They'll be given every available resource

and the chance to work directly
with local prosecutors

and the police all across the country

to bring criminals who thought
they'd evaded the law to justice.

At the helm of this new department

will be our very own
Detective Chief Inspector Carl Morck,

who's here to share more details.

Thank you. Carl.

Thank you.

Good afternoon. Um...

Four years ago, we, um...
we lost a, uh, champion for justice.

Someone whose tireless dedication
to the truth

put countless, uh, criminals behind bars.

Her... disappearance was felt keenly
by those closest to her,

as well as by her colleagues
in the Crown Office,

so it feels fitting that
Merritt Lingard's case is the first

that we will be, um... reopening.

We're determined to find,
uh, what happened to her,

and to do that,
we're, um, asking for your help.

Merritt was last seen on the ferry to Mhòr

on the afternoon
of Monday 27th September 2021.

She was wearing a gray jumper
with green coat and blue jeans.

We're asking anyone
who might have seen or remembered anything

or has any information about Merritt
to come forward now.

- Any detail could be crucial...
- Fucking...

- ...to finding...
- ...Bitch.

...Merritt and, uh, and... and... and,
uh... bringing her home. Thank you.

Detective!

Has there been
new evidence around the case

that's led to this reopening?

Can you repeat the question?

Has there been
new evidence around the case

that's led to this reopening?

I can't... I can't, uh... disclose
that kind of information.

Do you believe
Merritt could be alive today?

We haven't ruled out any possibilities.

Are you any closer to finding the man

that shot you, Officer Anderson,
and James Hardy at Leith Park?

I'm not involved in that...

...investigation.

Dennis Piper, Scottish Telegraph.

Can you tell us if it's true
that you and D.I. Hardy knew the victim,

Archie Allen,

and that he was
a paid, confidential informer

that knew a lot
about a lot of police personnel?

- Who told you that? No, who told you that?
- No more questions. Thank you.

Is this just a distraction?

That's all.
Thank you, everyone. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you.

Now, as the chief superintendent
and D.C.I. Morck have just said,

four years ago,
we lost a champion of justice.

Merritt Lingard devoted
her work to finding out the truth.

Hello?

Hello?

William!

Oh.

Oh, God.

What is going on?

Oh, God.

Just breathe.

Oh, God. I'm having a heart attack.

You're not having a heart attack.

Just breathe. Slow.

Fuck off.

Okay, sit. Relax. Sit down. Relax.

Breathe. Control your breathing. Slow.

Carl...

when I am praying, don't interrupt me.

Okay.

Well, I've got no direction
But I've got two feet

They carry me to work
And carry me to sleep

But I think I'm heading nowhere
That's just how I feel

This ain't a road I'm walking
It's a hamster wheel

Well, it's the same damn day
Over and over

Waking in the mornin'
When the sun ain't shinin'

It's the same damn day
Over and over

Waking in the mornin'
When the sun ain't shinin'

I hear Gabriel's trumpet
Over and over

Head out in the mornin'
'Cause I ain't yet dyin'

Head out in the mornin'
'Cause I ain't yet dyin'