All language subtitles for Shetland - Season 3 Episode 2

What I want to know is, who
has got the authority to block my...

Right, well, then,
I need a name,

or at least a number,
or at least a bloody...

For the love of Christ!

Who let you in?

How are you?

Great.

Jimmy, you have to
leave this up to me.

I'm doing my best, but it's late
and there's no-one available,

so I'm going to go home and
I'm going to get some sleep.

Maybe you should do the same.

Instead of... taking
it out on the china.

Rhona, there's somebody trying
to stop me from doing my job

and that's pissing me off.

What's worrying me, Rhona, is that,
at the moment, they're succeeding.

It's a farce.

It's all about people and politics
and we'll get to the bottom of it.

I'm going to be
in early tomorrow.

I'll see you then.

Okay. I'll see you then.

- Goodnight.
- Night, Jimmy.

Well, tell her, Daddy says,

if she doesn't go to bed
at 8:30 on school nights,

then no dance
class at the weekend.

I'm sorry, love, but how do we
pay school fees if I don't work?

Three days, maybe four.

Bye.

It was as much as I could get,
before they blocked our access.

He could have been attacked
or it was the hydraulic claw.

Get any prints
from the container?

Yeah, lots, and the
quality's not great.

Okay, well, do what you can.
Anyone who handled the container,

we need their
prints for elimination.

There's also this. His bag,
recovered from among the rubbish.

We've been through it and we
reckon there's about 15 grands' worth.

You see, where does Robbie
Morton get that kind of money from?

I spoke to the driver who brought
the container over on the ferry.

He left his truck down in
the car deck about 6:30pm,

went straight to
bed in his cabin.

Got back to the
truck around 6:45am.

Drove straight to
the recycling plant.

The whole plant is
covered by CCTV 24/7.

I've been through
all the footage.

No-one went near it the
whole time it was there.

The victim was put in the
container on the ferry on Friday night.

Either somebody
killed Robbie Morton

and then dumped
him in that container,

or he was still alive
when he went in there.

Either way, that makes
every passenger on that ferry

a witness and/or a suspect.

- Including Michael Maguire?
- Well, yes,

because he was seen acting
aggressively toward the victim.

His complaint against
you is still pending.

You need to stay away from him.

- I need access to the body.
- You'll get access to the body

after the pathologist has carried
out his preliminary examination.

He's on the two o'clock flight

- from Glasgow.
- Why not before?

I need to establish exactly
how Robbie Morton died

and I need to establish
a time of death.

I'm sorry, Jimmy. I've been
on the phone all morning.

All they're giving me is
"operational reasons" and some crap

about neither of us having
Grade 4 security clearance.

I'm guessing they had
Robbie under surveillance,

he did have all those
Class A drugs on him.

You've got a crime
scene. Work that.

And if you do need to
re-interview Maguire, just...

cover your back, eh?

Bella?

Can you hear me?

Are you okay?

Craig, it's your gran.

Bella? Are you okay?

Gran, what
happened? Did you fall?

Granny?

What happened?

- Here.
- Where's Robbie?

Have they found him yet?

We don't know yet, Bella.

I miss him.

No-one's allowed access to
the car deck during a crossing.

Standard safety procedure.

So, all connecting doors from
the passenger areas are locked.

But according to the
maintenance logs,

the lock on one of
those connecting doors

was repaired on
Saturday morning,

because it had been
forced during the night.

Well, all those doors are
covered by CCTV, aren't they?

Yes, but the overhead
light was also broken.

So... someone forces door 5B,

gets Robbie Morton down to the
car deck and into the container...

but the passenger
deck's full of people.

There's no way you
could kill someone,

then move them
down here unnoticed.

Whatever happened to
Robbie happened down here.

Okay, go back to
the maintenance logs.

Find out who reported the
broken lock and at what time.

And then you can ask
Billy to re-trace the staff

and passengers
from last Friday night

and find out if anybody
saw anything suspicious

around about door
5B during the night.

You can probably
start with Craig Cooper.

And Michael Maguire?

Yeah, I'll get back
to you on that one.

What's so urgent, Jimmy?

Come here.

I need you to have a closer
look at Robbie's Morton's body.

But I believe there's an official
pathologist coming over...

Yeah, but he's not going
to be here till late afternoon.

There's trauma on the body and
I need to know how it got there.

Can you pull some
strings up at the hospital?

I look, but I don't touch.

And don't ask me
to stand up in court.

Billy...

I need a smartphone charger.

Hello?

Ah, I, erm... I was going
to call in at the office,

but I saw the car and... I...

Sorry, I didn't realize you
were quite so snowed under.

Yeah, what have you done?

Wow, you can be a surly
bastard sometimes, you know?

Right, it's just that the last
time you wanted a word...

Well, this isn't about
Cassie. It's about the case.

Oh, um...

Okay.

It's not information,
it's more of a request.

Um...

Kaidon Laurenson, the
claw operator at Gremista,

he's a pal of mine, poker buddy.

Ex-Army. He's had some
issues with PTSD and stuff.

He's struggling,

not just with the discovery
of the body, but with thinking

that it might have been the
claw that crushed the boy,

you know, killed him.

Right.

I know there's probably
some protocol in place

that says you can't,
but if you can somehow

let him know exactly what
happened, then at least he'd know,

and he'd be able to get on
with dealing with whatever it is.

Yeah, well, I wish I could.

Er...

Tell him that whenever
I know anything,

I'll come and talk to him.

Okay, well, thanks.

I appreciate it.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I'm a surly bastard.

Ah, well...

Craig?

- Hey!
- What? What is it now?

I just want to go
over your statement,

about last Friday
night on the ferry.

Friday night? I told
you. I was in the bar.

Until it closed, at midnight.

I need to know where
were you after that.

Why?

If you could
answer the question.

At Puggie's.

I was there all night,
playing the fruit machines.

All night?

I've got a wee gambling problem.

I used the cash machine.
You can check. Okay?

- I will.
- Good.

- I need to get on.
- I'm not done.

At any point, did you
go near the car deck?

No. Why would I?

Maybe you saw something?

Someone acting suspiciously around
any of the doors into the car deck?

No.

Is that it? Can I go?

For now.

You sure about this, Dr. McLean?

Martin, would I ask you to do
something you're not supposed to do?

Aye.

I just need a proper
look at the body.

I didn't get a chance earlier.

Five minutes. Okay?

Anyone asks, I never saw you.

Excuse me?

I've heard. It's
all over Twitter.

Something's happened
at the energy plant.

You've found
Robbie, haven't you?

I'm sorry, Leanne.

Leanne, did you notice Robbie
leaving the passenger lounge?

No.

Do you think anybody
else might have saw him?

No, they were all sleeping.

I was frantic. I asked
everybody I could.

I tried to tell you. I knew
there was something wrong.

He was murdered, wasn't he?

I can't say.

It's that guy with the rings.
Have you arrested him?

Leanne, did you see anybody

between the connecting
doors at the car deck?

Do you want me to get one of
my officers to sit with you for a bit?

No.

No, I'll be fine.

Okay.

Billy?

The pills we found
in Robbie's holdall,

I've added up their
street value, 16,500.

So, I had a word with my pal,
Angela, that works at the bank.

It's all off the record
and we can't use it, but...

Michael Maguire
made a very large

cash withdrawal a
couple of weeks ago.

How much?

More than 10,000
is all she would say.

Okay, thanks.

Mr. Maguire.

Sorry to bother you, sir,

but the statement you
gave us the other day,

I'd like to go over it again.

You don't come
near me. Remember?

DS Mclntosh is questioning
you. We're short on manpower.

So, I'm just here to corroborate.
I'm sure if I step out of line,

you can always cook up some
other complaint against me.

But otherwise, just ignore me.

You seem in a hurry. Are
you meant to be somewhere?

I thought this was
about my statement.

The missing boy we
were asking you about...

he's dead.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You told us you went to your
cabin around 11:30pm. That right?

Yes.

We're interested in the period
between 11:30 and 7:00am.

You didn't go down to
the car deck at any point?

- No.
- Are you sure?

I was in my cabin all night.

Can anyone corroborate that?

As I told your boss when
he took my statement, no.

We'd like to take a
fingerprint sample from you.

Elimination purposes.

Unless you're arresting and charging
me, I don't have to give you prints.

And any prints you do take without
my consent are unusable in court.

So, again, no.

- You know your rights.
- Aye, I do.

Thanks for your time.

He knew.

He knew Robbie Morton was dead.

Keep an eye on his travel plans.

Hi. We need to talk.

- Hey, Mick. You all right?
- Hi, ma'am.

Billy, how are you getting on
with re-tracing the passengers on...

I'm Lowrie.

We met.

The other day.

Yeah, I know.

Would you like to go for a
coffee and a digestive biscuit?

Uh... no.

Why not?

I'm a police officer.

Does that mean that
you don't take breaks?

It means I don't take them with
random members of the public.

Yes, yeah, I see.

Another time, then.

Not a word, Billy.

Not a bloody word.

So, the doctors are
saying he's out of danger.

Well, he's conscious,
so that's good.

But it doesn't feel good.

Um, what about
his kidney damage?

They're testing
everyone in the family.

We're a big clan,

so they're optimistic
that they'll find a match.

Long road, eh?

Yeah. Long road.

- Can you excuse me a minute?
- Yeah.

This is only an opinion,

- not a fact...
- Right.

But the physical trauma
on the body is postmortem.

I'd say his injuries were
inflicted by the hydraulic claw.

What's that?

A tattoo.

A fish, a tree, a bird
and... I can't make...

It's a bell. It's a bell.

"The fish that never swam,
the bird that never flew,

the bell than never rang,
the tree that never grew."

- It's the Glasgow coat of arms.
- Mm.

Maybe we should start looking for
Robbie Morton's family down there.

Anyway, you were saying?

Off the record, and with
the usual health warnings...

do you see the
bluish tint to his skin?

Mm-hmm.

Cyanosis. I'd put the cause
of death as hypoxia, Jimmy.

Suffocated.

He was trying to
claw his way out.

Robbie Morton's.

It was damaged and
we're only getting numbers,

not names on the call log.

Trapped in here, he made a lot
of 999 calls over the weekend.

Those calls stop in the
early hours this morning.

Either that's when his
phone battery died, or...

Billy's going
through the numbers,

but what we do have is
36 calls in the last week

from one number in particular,
which we have traced.

Craig Cooper.

Right.

Okay. Thanks, Sandy.

Help!

Help! Help!

If you're here
to help, I'm late.

I have to get to the
ferry before four.

Um... I have to
go away tomorrow.

For work.

Will you come with me?

Go where?

Glasgow. Take a wee break.

You know, we've never
had a holiday together.

And what will I do
while you're working?

Jesus, woman, if you can't find
anything to do in a place like that,

there's something
wrong with you.

Anyway, I, er...

I won't be working all the time.

I've got to get going.

So... Glasgow?

All right.

Craig!

Come on, open
up! It's the police.

I know. But, listen...

they've fixed Bella's
hearing aid now,

so no harm done, eh?

Hello?

I know she worries about him,
but you know what he's like.

He always lands on his feet.

I'll call you back.

- Hey.
- What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's Craig, isn't it?

Excuse me? Keep the noise down!

The whole family knows that
he's in trouble with Jimmy Perez.

My Auntie Bella brought
up Craig on her own

and it's Bella's birthday
party coming up soon

and Craig means
the world to her...

and at her age, any
more trouble from him...

Hey, Mum.

We've recovered Robbie's phone.

Thirty six calls from
you in the last three days.

That's a lot of calls to someone
you said you didn't know.

Okay, I did know him. A wee bit.

"A wee bit"?

I didnae tell you
before because...

- Right, okay.
- I like a wee pill now and again.

Robbie said he'd got some
really good stuff on the mainland.

That's why I was phoning him.

But I didn't get any, so
I've done nothing wrong.

Search this place if you like,
but you'll not find anything.

Turns out that good stuff
wasnae so good after all.

There's already one wee
boy that's lucky to be alive.

We recovered the rest of it,

with a street value
of about 15, 16 grand.

And we've been through
Robbie's finances,

his wages, his bank activity,

and he didnae have the kind
of money to pay for that stuff.

So, the question is, where
did the money come from?

- Have you got any ideas, Craig?
- No. I don't know anything.

What are you scared of?

Something out there?
Somebody out there?

Something's changed
since yesterday. What's that?

Do you know Robbie's dead?

It wasn't an accident.

So, I'm just giving
you a chance here

to tell me whatever
it is you know.

I don't know anything.

I'm not done here.

I've been through all the
CCTV footage from the ferry.

Craig Cooper's alibi checks out.

Doesn't mean he's not
involved in some other way.

But look at this, boss. Door 5B.

Robbie.

Aye.

So, Robbie goes down to the car
deck and someone follows him down

and at some point after 3:37,
locks him in the container.

Michael Maguire.

He had the cash resources to buy
the drugs, he had a fight with Robbie,

he doesn't have
a verifiable alibi.

Hello?

Anything from the prints
you pulled from the container?

It's not looking good.
They're all partial.

Also, the ferry
company got back.

It was one of their trainee chefs
who reported the broken door.

He's been off sick
the last few days,

but he's working
on tonight's crossing.

We could talk to
him before they sail.

Okay. Thanks, Billy.

What the hell are
you playing at?

I could've killed
you, for Christ's sake!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

All right, I'm heading into
Lerwick. Do you want a lift?

Er, no, it's okay.
I can get the bus.

Um...

You've missed the
last one, I'm afraid.

Can you put your
seatbelt on, please?

Daryl Ritchie? I'm DI Perez.

I need to start in ten
minutes. We sail at half seven.

No worries. This is DC Wilson.

On the crossing last Friday
night, you reported a broken lock

on one of the doors into
the car deck. Door 5B?

What time did you notice it at?

I was knocking off.
About four in the morning.

I had to put my phone torch
on, cos the light was burst.

Told the security officer, then
went off to bed. I was knackered.

Did you happen to
notice who broke the lock?

Nah.

Did you see anything suspicious,
or anybody acting suspiciously?

I don't know if you'd
call it suspicious,

but I saw a guy hanging
about during the night.

I saw him through the
hatch to the storage room.

Did you see him go into, or
come out of, the car deck?

No.

But you did get a
good look at him?

Aye. Big, tall guy with a beard.

Right, just have
a wee think, Daryl.

Is there anything
else about this guy?

Rings.

He had these rings, silver.

You couldnae miss them.

You living on Shetland?

No. Just... traveling around.

I got them in Lerwick.

I didn't know they
made them anymore.

Remind me of when I
was a kid. Cola cubes.

Do you want one?

No.

Too fond of my teeth.

Yeah, well, a bit damp, anyway.

You're a stranger here yourself?

What makes you think that?

Nothing. Just... you sound like
you might be a sooth-moother.

That's what they call an
outsider here, a "sooth moother".

Aye.

- Er, stop, please.
- Huh?

- Stop. This is where I'm staying.
- Oh.

All right?

Thanks.

People come to Shetland
and they think that...

because they're out on a big
rock in the middle of the North Sea,

they think that this
isn't part of real life.

Nothing bad ever happens.

Robbie...

Robbie?

The missing boy.

I heard he was found dead.

His name was Robbie.

You should go.

Rhona, I'm bringing in
Michael Maguire for questioning,

in connection with the
death of Robbie Morton.

We've now got a witness that places
him at the broken door, around 4am.

Did your witness see Maguire

actually entering or
leaving the car deck?

No.

Maguire told us he was
in his own cabin all night.

- He lied to us. Why?
- I'm with you on this, Jimmy.

I just need you to get physical
evidence from the crime scene,

link it to your suspect.
Maybe not got time for that.

Michael Maguire's on
the eight o'clock flight

to Glasgow tomorrow morning.
He's not booked a return.

I've just had a word with one of
the lasses at Beatson Estate agents.

The lease on his
flat's been terminated.

He's not coming back, Rhona.

There's a man here
called Davy Neville,

says he wants to talk to
you about Michael Maguire.

I was on the North Sea
Princess last Friday night.

Go on. Well, Michael and me,
we got to drinking at the bar,

bit of a laugh and a
joke, and about half 11,

he came back to my cabin.

We played cards. All night.

Steaming, the pair of us.

So, you're saying you were in
Mr. Maguire's company all night?

Till half seven in the morning.

And he didn't leave
the cabin at any point?

Nope. He was there
all night. We didn't sleep.

Have you any identification
on you, Mr Neville?

Yeah. Right here.
Driving license.

Billy, check that out.

Better confirm that Mr. Neville's
name was on the passenger manifesto.

Oh, there's no point. I
was a foot passenger.

- Paid cash.
- Of course you did.

This cabin of yours.
What number was it?

Three, two, two.

See, Mr. Maguire told us that he

spent the whole
night in his own cabin.

He never mentioned your
name, so why would that be?

Well, it's... It's a
bit embarrassing.

Is it? Rock my world.

The wife's away at her sister's down
south for a couple of weeks and...

I shouldn't really have
been over in Aberdeen.

I've got a friend over there...
if you know what I mean.

If my wife was to find out I'd
gone off for the weekend, well...

Michael's a good lad. He
probably didn't want to...

incriminate me.

Okay.

I'll check out your
story with Mr. Maguire.

If I find one single anomaly...

I'm going to detain both
you and Mr. Maguire

on suspicion of trying to
pervert the course of justice.

- Do you understand me?
- Mm.

Your key witness, get him over
here and get Maguire in a line-up.

I can't.

He's on the overnight
ferry crossing to Aberdeen.

Jimmy, I need a positive ID.

Come on, Rhona. That clown
with the alibi is a delaying tactic.

I know that.

If we don't get Maguire today,
then we don't get him at all.

And if he murdered
Robbie Morton, then...

Shetland's a small place.

Sometimes, you can't
help bumping into people

who you may or may not
have a bone to pick with.

Punch a hole in
Maguire's alibi...

and maybe we're in business.

Can I have a cup
of tea, please, Gill?

Sure.

I take it this is coincidence,
not harassment...

or victimization?

That rain's coming back in.

That's why I like it here.
You can see what's coming.

Did you see your alibi coming?

Davy and me played cards all
night. Stud poker. I won 90 quid.

Davy shouldn't really
have been in Aberdeen.

I didn't mention it before because
I didn't want to incriminate him.

You're seeing
something that isn't there.

I've got a witness
that places you

near the connecting door to the
car deck in the middle of the night.

Is he seeing things?

Your alibi doesnae add up.

But then, I suppose it
doesn't have to, does it?

Just buys you time...

and by the time
I've unpicked it,

you're off on the
first flight to Glasgow.

Just to keep you honest.

Prove to me you didn't
kill Robbie Morton.

I'm sorry.

Does Freya know
you're not coming back?

- Hiya, Cassie.
- Hi, Dad.

Listen, if it'll make
you feel better,

I'll take my exams,
I'll get my credits.

That way, I could always
go back if I changed my mind.

Yeah, but you're not going
to change your mind, are you?

I just don't want to spend the
next four years treading water,

just because university is what
people like me are supposed to do.

- I've got other plans.
- What does that mean?

When can you come
back to Glasgow again?

Cassie, I've just come back.

I've met someone and I'd
really like you to meet him.

His name's Edison.

- Edison?
- And we'll explain.

Look, Cassie...

I trust you, okay?

But just let me down gently, eh?

Thanks, Dad. I love you.

I love you back.

Hello?

No.

Excuse me. Have
you arrested him yet?

Leanne, this really isn't
any of your business...

No. He did it.

I know he did it. You should
have seen the look on his face

- when I was talking about Robbie.
- "The look on his face"?

Did you approach him?

Right, get in here.

That man may or
may not be dangerous.

But, you... Sit down! You are
not to go near him again, okay?

He killed Robbie!

My job is to arrest and charge
whoever killed Robbie Morton.

And believe me,
it's complicated.

So, if I find that
you've done something

that's going to compromise
my case against Robbie's killer,

you're in a lot of trouble.
Do you understand me?

Yeah.

I don't understand, Leanne.

Why is this so important to you?

Leanne, where's your family?

I don't see my family.

Well, do you not think maybe you
should go back to work in Aberdeen?

I'll keep you in touch with you.

Robbie's not...

He's just a boy
you met on a ferry.

Don't invest too much in him.

And please, stay away
from Michael Maguire.

Yeah?

Sir.

We've got a reported crime you
might want to look into... personally.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

Have you been through this?
Has there been anything taken, or...

No, I don't think so.

Does anybody have
a grudge against you?

- No.
- Or Mr. Maguire?

No, why would
this have anything...

Freya, do you want
to tell me anything?

Ah, Christ!

There's a robbery been
reported on Miss Galdie's property.

I'm going to have to take a sample
of fingerprints from both of you.

- Just for elimination.
- Hold on.

Has anything been taken?

- No.
- But a crime's been committed.

Yeah, not if Miss Galdie
doesn't report it as a crime.

Freya...

do you want to report a
crime on your property?

No.

Right, so, set him out of here.

Robbie Morton.

- The missing boy?
- Yeah, he's dead.

He got locked in a shipping
container on the ferry on Friday night.

When he was found,

he'd torn his nails off at the
root trying to claw his way out.

He must have made a hell of
a racket, nobody heard him...

so he asphyxiated.

As part of that process, he
would have suffered headaches,

nausea, disorientation, possibly
even hallucinations. I don't know.

But I do know it took
a hell of a long time.

On top of all of that,

we still haven't managed to
find anybody to mourn for him.

Let's get this tidied up.

A bell, a bird, a
fish and a tree.

You got a connection to Glasgow?

It's just a tattoo.

No, it's not.

- You get any prints at all?
- No, nothing.

It took me so
long to build this.

- In Glasgow...
- No. No, not Glasgow. Not now.

- Please, Freya. We can talk there.
- We can talk here, Michael.

You can talk to me here.

Please, talk to me.

Michael?

Michael?

What have we got?

Pathologist has done
his initial examination.

Confirms cause of
death as hypoxia.

We're still waiting
on some tox results,

but initial findings show alcohol
and marijuana in his system.

Any luck tracing the family?

Aye, he's registered as missing.

I made some calls and managed
to track down his social work report.

His mum died when he was seven.

He was taken into
care, ran away at 14.

He might be officially missing,
but no-one's been looking for him.

Sir? It's Freya Galdie.
She says it's urgent.

He's not answering
his phone. I think he's...

- He just left.
- Left where? Yours?

He was upset. He was angry.

He's not here.

I think he knows who
broke into my workshop.

I think... I think he's
gone after them.

The break-in. I think it's
something to do with his old life.

In Glasgow?

Freya, you need to tell me what
you know. Everything you know.

He's been in prison.

He told me when we first met.

That's why he came to Shetland.
A new life, that's what he told me.

A new man.

But I don't think this
old life is over for him.

Freya, I think you should
go home and wait there.

Then if Michael comes back,
or he gets in contact with you,

I want you to phone
me straightaway. Okay?

Michael Maguire. He's
got connections to Glasgow.

He knows the law and police
procedure like the back of his hand.

He's been in prison.
He may well be violent.

See, if he's gone after the people
that are involved in this break-in,

then that someone's in danger.

Freya doesn't have any enemies.

So, why would someone
smash up her workshop?

She's an angel.

That's what I call
her, my angel.

Not to her face.
She'd hate that.

Says she's not
here to redeem me.

"It's not all about
me," she says.

This guy's flat is sterile.

Looks like he's just marking
time here on Shetland.

And I have been watching him
and I'm seeing a man who's...

He's looking over
his shoulder, isn't he?

It's like he's haunted
by something, or hunted.

He's been in prison,
he told Freya that.

Yet, when we did background checks
on him, nothing about prison came up.

Why did you trash
Freya's workshop?

Huh?

You think I killed Robbie? Eh?

Is that it?

Get Perez on my back?

So, either he's lying,
or the computer is lying.

- A clean sheet?
- A clean skin.

That's it, isn't it?

Michael Maguire is here
on witness protection.

Now, if he's here on
witness protection,

that means he's involved
in one of two things,

either organized
crime or terrorism.

He's been in prison, he's a witness,
but he's not some innocent bystander

caught in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Now, Robbie Morton, he's got
same tattoo, he's also from Glasgow.

Now, if he recognized
Maguire on the ferry crossing,

- that's a motive for killing him.
- And the break-in?

Connected to whatever Maguire
was involved in back in Glasgow.

So, Robbie told the people
that Maguire was grassing up

that he was being
kept on Shetland?

Right, we need to find Maguire
and get him into protective custody.

Thanks.

There's been some kind of
incident at the Gott turn-off.

It's pretty garbled,
the reception's fuzzy,

but the caller's talking
about hearing gunshots.