All language subtitles for Shetland - Season 3 Episode 4

Bella!

What are you doing?

Bella!

There's no fire.

I promise you, Bella, there's
nothing to be frightened of.

You're all right,
Bella, darling.

You're okay, you're okay
now. You're all right now.

Oh, go back to bed, Alec! It's
all right, sweetheart, come on.

Hey.

- How are you feeling?
- Hmm.

Doctors told me it would be
okay to ask you a few questions.

Is that all right?

Do you have any idea
what happened to you?

Someone at the camping
park, they told me... about a walk.

I caught the bus.

He must have followed me.

- Who? Michael?
- Mm-hmm.

Is that because he knew you'd
smashed up his girlfriend's workshop?

You weren't looking at him.

Leanne, when you got off
the bus, did you see anybody?

No.

No-one, no-one at all?

Okay, what happened is...

is that you got shot.

Now, you weren't
the intended target.

Michael Maguire's real
name was Michael Thompson.

He's dead.

Now, he had his own story,
you just got caught up in it.

You were unlucky.

Robbie?

We still don't know
who killed Robbie.

But I don't think
it was Michael.

Now, when you saw
them together on the ferry

did it look to you as though they'd
met by accident or by arrangement?

Er, I don't know.

Okay.

They're nice flowers.

The place that Robbie
worked sent them.

Right, look...

it's only small...

but I figured if you're going
to be stuck here for a while...

Here's a theory. What
if it was a pure fluke

that Michael and Robbie bumped
into each other on that ferry?

What if that was the first time

that they'd seen one another
since Robbie was a kid?

And Robbie recognizes Michael

but Michael, knowing that he has
to stay hidden, pushes him away,

and says, you know, he's
made a mistake, or whatever.

So, he waits for
Leanne to go asleep,

and then he goes to
try and find his dad.

And then he sees something
that he shouldn't see.

- Like what?
- Somebody following Michael.

Passing information
back to the gunman.

- A scout?
- Yeah. Just a theory.

Whatever happened on that ferry,

I don't like that McCall's
gunman had help on Shetland.

I don't like that his
reach extends this far.

Boss! It's Tosh on the line.

Okay, just put her
on speakerphone.

So, it turns out King's
Cafe isn't a chippy any more.

You can't get a special
fish supper after work.

I'm not convinced the
march of progress in this city

is going in the right direction.

All right. You had any
luck tracing Brian McDade?

Nothing from the hospitals,

and his family haven't
heard from him for days.

I've put flags on his
phone, his passport,

his number plates,
his bank cards.

Other than that I've
got a list of his friends

that I'm going to
start following up.

Tommy's promised someone to
help, but I'll believe it when I see it.

- Okay. Well, keep us posted.
- Will do.

So, what now?

Well, someone moved
the gunman's car

after he was done, and
we don't know where to.

But we do have
the tire tracks...

Hello, Lerwick Police Station.

So let's use them.
Sandy, get on to Forensics,

see if they can find
what we're looking for.

Size of vehicle,
type of tires...

- Boss?
- Billy?

- It's the sound lab.
- Yeah?

They've managed to clean
up the message Michael left

on Freya Galdie's
answering machine.

Freya, I wanted
to commit to you.

I did. Too late now, Freya.

I want you to
burn... Level Nine...

I need to run...
everything. I love you.

Is there anything in there
that you feel you recognize?

No.

He uses the word "burn".

Could he be
referring to anything

that he might have given
you, any documents or...

Birthday cards? One Valentine?
Maybe he wanted me to burn them!

What about the
phrase "Level Nine"?

Is that familiar to you, did
Michael ever talk about it?

Freya, is there anything
you know that might help...

I don't know!

I've told you everything
I ever learned about him!

You told us that Michael

never mentioned anything
to you about family,

never mentioned
anything about children.

Robbie Morton, the
boy that was killed...

he was Michael's son.

We know that they were...

estranged for a
long time, but...

I really didn't know
the first thing, did I?

You know that he
left you a message.

You know that in that
moment, he called you...

To tell me to tell them!

Michael was negotiating
to take you with him.

He wanted a future with you.

What future?

- Take me where?
- I don't know.

I'm not supposed to know that.

But I thought you should.

Someone brought Michael
here, invented a life for him, and

- they were negotiating our future.
- Aye.

They know more about what's
happened to me than I do!

They're the ones I should
be talking to! Not you. Them!

Please.

Please. Please.
Get them talk to me.

I'll do what I can.

Sandy?

Forensics came
back on the tire tracks.

We are looking for a
small, two-wheel drive.

Billy's checking
for vehicle thefts

and I've just done a
trawl on the traffic reports.

Now, the station at Brae
is unmanned at night,

but they had a phone message,
left on the night of the shooting.

A woman reporting an incident
on the B9075 at Skellister.

A close shave with some
joker driving around at speed

with one headlight out.

- I think that's worth following up.
- Yeah. On my way.

Kyle had suspected appendicitis.

By the time they'd decided it wasn't,
and we were away from the hospital,

it was 1:00 in the morning.

Idiot came out of nowhere.
One headlight, can you believe?

- On that stretch of road!
- Did you see the driver?

No. I mean, I assume it
was a man, but I didn't see.

- I couldn't honestly say.
- What about the car?

It was dark, I was braking, by the
time I'd turned round he was gone.

Sorry.

Here, the kids might know.

They were still awake,
playing their game.

If you get a Lexus
you get ten points.

Nine! A Lexus is
nine. A Ferrari's ten.

So, what did you get the time
you ran into the stupid driver?

Nothing.

It was a Ford
Focus. We see loads.

A Ford Focus? You're sure?

And what about the color?

Silver.

Billy, I need a list of every silver
Ford Focus registered in Shetland.

Okay, thanks for your time.

If Brian does get in
contact can you let us know?

Brilliant. Thank you.

- Billy McCabe!
- Sergeant Mclntosh.

Just sending you over a little
something we thought you should have.

- Ah.
- It's a message Michael left

on Freya Galdie's answerphone.
Sound file and transcript.

"Level Nine"? What's Level Nine?

Yeah. Well, I can tell you it has
over 24 million hits on Google.

Of which I am on number 12,

"The final dungeon of the First
Quest in The Legend of Zelda."

Well, maybe, he got a really high
score he wanted to tell her about.

- DS Mclntosh?
- Yes?

You put an ANPR request in for
a car owned by a Brian McDade?

- Yeah?
- Congratulations.

Traffic cameras just
picked up the plates

driving south
through the East End.

Billy? I've got to go.

If the family were
coming from Lerwick...

then this must be the other car.

And this must be
where they went off.

What do you think?

Same tracks as Skolland?

It's hard to tell.

We need a print of this.

Billy?

Boss. Do you believe in ghosts?

'Cause I think we
might be looking for one.

Twenty-four silver Ford Focuses,
registered to owners on Shetland.

And the 21st belongs
to a Mr. Robbie Morton.

And where is it now?

SORN'd in the
garage at his place.

But I've checked the forensic
report we got on it after he died.

- It has a broken headlight.
- Where's the key?

That's locked safely in
my evidence cupboard,

where it's been since the
day Robbie's body was found.

I think somebody has a spare.

The friend of age
and guide of youth

Few hearts like his
with virtue warmed

Few heads with
knowledge so informed

If there's another
world, he lives in bliss

If there is none, he
made the best of this.

That's a nice poem.

You probably know a
lot about Robbie now.

Things I don't know
and may not wish to.

But he'll be remembered
here with nothing but fondness.

- Caught the bastard yet, Officer?
- Oh, geng dee wis, Alec!

Aye, thought not.

Sorry. We had a
fire alarm in the night

and what with the memorial,
we're all a bit out of sorts.

Are you just here
to pay your respects,

or was there something else?

I was wondering, did
Robbie have a locker here?

His stuff's in here. I thought it might
have been have claimed by now.

Here, Sandy.

Sir?

Is that what you're looking for?

Who else would have
had access to this room?

- I keep it locked when I'm not here.
- Always?

If you're thinking someone
got in and took that key,

well, I might have left the
door open once in the last week.

But not twice.

They would've had no
way of putting it back.

You said a fire alarm
went off, would that door

- have been opened then?
- Yes.

Do you have any
idea what set it off?

Ach, we don't know.

Aye, it's a mystery.

I only joined the police
cause the careers officer

told me there would be dogs.

And did they put me on the
dog unit? Did they bollocks!

Shoved me right into Organized
Crime wi' Tommy Monro.

He doesn't even like dogs!

Oh, hold on.

Go ahead.

Boyd, we've picked up
the car, parked roadside.

No sign of the driver. Do
you want us to stay with it?

Aye, fine, but keep
in the background,

don't get seen yourselves.

What was that? That
place we just passed?

Hi, can you check out
a name for me, please?

Sir!

Somebody held a flame to that
alarm and set it off deliberately.

- I want to talk to Craig Cooper.
- Craig?

- What would be his motive?
- I don't know.

But he knew more about Robbie
and those drugs than he was letting on.

And now Robbie's car's
been used in a murder

and Craig had access to the key

because he delivers
the laundry, and...

And cause there's just too many
connections to ignore, Sandy.

I know.

Craig!

Billy, can we put obs out
on Craig Cooper's van?

And can we get somebody
to check the pubs, bars,

anywhere else that
has a fruit machine.

- Table for two?
- Oh, yes, please.

- Take a seat, I'll get your menus.
- Thank you.

- Ah, nice.
- Mm. So what do you want to drink?

Erm... vodka martini.

Cheers!

- Who's that?
- Calvin Sarwar.

The go-to lawyer for
every B-list footballer

and minor celebrity in Glasgow.

They get excited by
the vicarious association

to his most infamous
client, Arthur McCall.

Miss Brennan.

My client would like another
round of drinks when you're ready.

- Have you been waiting for a table?
- We're fine.

- I'm sure I could have a word.
- No, no, no need.

It's really no trouble.

Why don't we just go and
get a fish supper instead?

I've always found this
place slightly up its own arse.

- It's nice to meet you.
- You, too.

- Hello?
- Asha, it's Jimmy Perez.

Michael Thompson and Robbie
Morton, they were father and son.

Did you know that?

No. I didn't.

What, Michael never
mentioned seeing his son?

- Michael never said he had a son.
- Okay.

Uh...

There's something else.

I've been talking
to Freya Galdie,

- Michael's girlfriend...
- Yeah, I know who she is.

Okay. She wants to talk to you.

I mean, she doesn't know your name
and she doesn't know who you are,

but she knows that Michael
wanted to make her part of his future.

- Well, Michael never told her that.
- No.

I told her that.

- Asha...
- I came to you in confidence, Jimmy.

Yes, I know, I know you
did, but, you know, right now,

she needs something to hold
on to, and she's got nothing...

you know, she's not even got
a memory that she can trust.

And life has to
feel worth living.

Tosh.

Do you want the good news, or
the "bit of a breakthrough" news?

Yeah. Both. Where are you?

A bar. I'm meeting Cassie.

Students are really,
really young, aren't they?

We've found Brian McDade's car.

There's a squad car keeping it
under observation at the moment.

Okay. That is good news.

Well, it is for me, I'm not the
one on an all-night stakeout.

The bit of a breakthrough
is even better.

Level Nine's a club
in the East End.

At least it was. Must have been
after your time and before mine.

I've asked Billy
to have a trawl.

See if he can find any
reports or incident logs...

Tosh!

Listen, my date's
arrived, I've got to go.

All right, well, send
your date my love.

And good work, Tosh. Well done.

- I know, right?
- Yep.

McDade's credit card has just been
used in a hotel near Kelvinbridge.

It's your gig, you lead,
I'll take my cue from you.

Mr. McDade? It's the police!

We know you're in there.
Open up, please. Or we will.

Mr. McDade?

- Anybody in?
- Sandy?

- Jenny?
- We're in here.

They're going to find me, Sandy.

He says he wants
to speak to Perez.

I'm in real trouble!

Why did you run, Brian?

What are you hiding from?

If you don't start talking, I'm
gonna arrest you for obstruction.

Is that what you want?

You couldn't protect
Michael Thompson.

- You can't protect me.
- From who?

Ah, come on, man,
what are you going to do?

Spend the rest of your
life holed up in a hotel?

Look, I've worked
with Sergeant Mclntosh

a lot of years, a lot of
years, and I'm telling you,

if anybody's going to be
able to help you, it's her.

It's kind of her
thing, you know?

Brian, seriously.

If we found you,
someone else can.

Tell me what you know, and
let us find a way to help you.

I think I'm in danger...

from whoever killed
Michael Thompson.

- Why would you be in danger?
- I was in a room alone with him!

When whoever killed
him finds that out...

they're going to assume
I know what he knew.

Which is?

The only thing he said...

is that what he had to give us
was bigger than just Arthur McCall.

That inquiry you put in about
the licensee at Level Nine?

They just got back to us.

It was owned by an
associate of McCall's.

These need your signature.

You know, there's an
article in this newspaper

talking about house
prices in the East End.

You know what it says?

It says, "They were known to
be once the stomping ground

of alleged crime
boss, Arthur McCall."

You know what I think,
when I read slander like that?

It puts me off my Sudoku.

I think...

my Paki lawyer should
be working a lot harder.

Yeah?

- Where are the kids?
- They're safe. They're upstairs.

He hasn't touched the gun,
he's not threatening anyone.

- What about himself?
- I'm not sure.

He's scared. I
mean, really scared.

No.

It's empty.

Where did that come from?

It was in the car.

Robbie's car.

Okay. Do you want to tell me...

why you took Robbie's car key
from the office at the care home?

Robbie...

Robbie had a thing
going at the home.

Prescription drugs, right?

Selling them on, you
know, recreationally.

He liked old
people, he really did.

He just...

He just liked their pills, too.

Okay, so, that's how it started.

But that's not
how it ended, is it?

Someone found out.

He... offered, or
threatened, I dunno, but...

him and Robbie went
into business together.

Real drugs.

He put up the money,

Robbie ran the risk
for a cut of the profits.

I just gave a hand sometimes.
That time on the ferry,

Robbie was supposed to put
the holdall in the back of my van.

But when he disappeared
with the drugs,

his partner said that I
was liable, that I owed him.

- How much do you owe?
- Sixteen and a half grand.

I told him I couldn't pay.

Next thing I know,
some guy phones me,

says the debt's been sold on

and that all I have to do
to cancel it, is steal a car.

They told me where to leave
it, and where to pick it up again.

It took longer than they said.

When I did eventually
pick it up again...

the gun was in the backseat.

I thought they'd
come back for it.

Okay, the thing is, that, Craig,

you could have told us all
this days ago and you didn't.

So, what's changed?

They're calling again.

I might be stupid,
but I'm not that stupid.

This debt's never
going to be paid, is it?

What do they want you to do now?

Petrol through a letterbox.

Got an address?

Get down to my house.
Take some uniforms.

Just make sure there's
nothing going on.

And then, once you've done that,

I'm going to have to
ask you to step down

until I've got Craig formally
charged and processed.

'Cause you're family, and we're
going to have to play this by the book,

so that we don't do anything
to threaten the case. Okay?

Okay.

I'm going to need the
name of Robbie's partner.

Now, look, I know, I
know you're scared,

and I will do everything
that I can to protect you,

but see the guy that
sold on your debt?

He was throwing you to
the wolves, and he knew it.

And he doesn't
deserve your silence.

Can you confirm your
name is Alec Ramsay?

You obviously know
fine well who I am.

Alec Ramsay, I'm charging
you with being concerned

in the sale or supply
of controlled drugs.

Drugs? My arse! What
are you talking about?

We have a warrant to search
these premises for evidence.

Oh... that gobshite,
Craig Cooper.

He'd say anything
to save his own skin!

Yeah, he told me
he owed you money.

Aye, he did, but not for drugs.

Little shit had a gambling habit
like an itchy rash, ask anyone.

He also told me that
you sold the debt on.

So, who did you
sell it on to, Alec?

Someone in a pub
who gave me a number.

I don't have it now.
Then I'll need your phone.

- Lost it.
- Where?

If I knew that, it wouldn't
be lost now, would it?

Okay. Search.

You might want to take a
seat, this could take a while.

Tosh.

I've just spoken
to Brian McDade.

The only thing Michael told him
was that the information he had

was bigger than
just Arthur McCall.

But there's something else.

That club, Level Nine,

it was owned and run
by one of McCall's men.

Basically, it was a
money-laundering front.

Sir, whatever Michael
Thompson was going to tell them

that was bigger than
just Arthur McCall,

it's connected to that place.

Phone?

Right. Add on a charge of
obstruction and bring him in.

You can't arrest
me! I'm 70 years old!

You know, Robbie Morton was 19.

He died in a metal
box choking for air

with a bag of your
drugs for company.

See, you and me, we
haven't even got started yet.

Billy, that gun that we
got off Craig Cooper,

- is it with Forensics yet?
- Aye.

Right. Well, let me know as
soon as they get back to us.

Sure. Sir?

There's someone here to see you.

Just off the Glasgow flight.

So, your client sent
you to Shetland,

to tell me that he's
feeling persecuted?

Mr. McCall is
disappointed and distressed

that despite the collapse
of the case against him...

"Distressed"? Arthur McCall?

He is still the subject of
sustained and repeated harassment

by both yourself and your
colleagues in Glasgow.

However, as a gesture of
conciliation and cooperation,

he's asked me to give you this.

An address in Aberdeen.

He thought that a
visit to those premises

might prove useful
in your investigation

into ecstasy tablets
containing PMA.

And in return for this gesture,
your client would like me to...

Refocus your investigation.

Mr. Sarwar, you and I both know

that I'm going to give this to
my colleagues in Aberdeen,

and that it's not going to make
the slightest bit of difference

as to how I conduct
my investigation. So...

why are you here?

You overestimate
my client's subtlety.

I'm here because he sent
me to deliver a message.

Okay.

Well, I've got the message.

You'll forgive me if I
feel free to ignore it.

Your choice, of course.

Is that it?

All the way to
Shetland just for this?

Doesn't that just make you a
very, very expensive errand boy?

Whatever I am,

I'm not in the habit of
challenging Mr. McCall's requests.

Certainly not these days.

My client has always been a man
who likes to demonstrate his power.

And the older and more
unpredictable he becomes,

the more forcibly and randomly
he likes to demonstrate it.

You should be careful.

Thank you.

- You okay?
- Och, aye, just...

All right, you know?

Sit there, Duncan.

Boss.

- It's Duncan.
- Hey, Jimmy.

Sorry to disturb
you, but look, um...

I was just wondering, um...

now Cassie's not around

is there any chance I
could crash in her room?

Or I could give you a lift
home. Just give me a...

Hang on.

I didn't mean just for now.

- See you later.
- Jimmy.

Thank you.

Boss, Forensics got back to us.
The gun you took from Craig Cooper

is the one that was used to shoot
Michael Thompson and Leanne Randall.

Right. Get me Craig
Cooper's first statement.

He was late!

The gunman was late
dropping off the car.

- He missed the boat!
- Wait, wait, wait a minute.

We have a witness who said
they saw him get on the boat.

No, we've got an eyewitness
who said that they saw a man

getting on the
boat carrying a bag,

the kind that's
used for fishing rods.

He thought it was the gun,
we all thought it was the gun,

but it can't have been, and
Forensics have just confirmed it.

- So, it was a bloody fishing rod!
- Yes.

What about the woman who
saw a man dumping the car?

Yeah, that was him.

My guess would be that once
he realized he'd missed the boat,

he went back to the car
and put the gun in there,

that made it somebody
else's problem.

But, Rhona, the thing is, that
means he's still on the island now,

if we can get to him before
Arthur McCall... But where is he?

But where is he?

Boss, we had a burglary reported
yesterday, a farm near Whiteness.

So, when you came out,

you checked every building
and there was no sign?

I'd been in the pen an hour.
They must have gotten clean away.

Anywhere around
here he could shelter...

within walking distance?

Rhona... we've missed him.

- Logan says you're a detective.
- Where's your badge?

Well, I didn't bring any
of my policing stuff today

because it's my day off.

I don't have my badge...

You're climbing
far too fast for me!

Come on, Logan.

Good boy!

Gillian. Elizabeth.

We have to get the
bairns out of here.

We've got to get
them back on the bus.

Get them to round
up their things!

We've got to get on the
bus, Logan, good boy!

Would all passengers
traveling to Shetland

on flight number HM605 please
note this flight has been delayed.

Further information will be
displayed on the departures board

- when it becomes available.
- Unbelievable, eh?

Sorry, I saw your
reaction. Delays, eh?

Sumburgh? Why
am I even surprised?

Is it a two-pint delay, or more?

I've had more! Definitely.

- Did you get him?
- No, he stole a bow rider.

Too small for the
Coastguard to track.

And now, the weather's
coming in, so...

You okay?

He knocked me out. From behind!

Didn't waste any time on me,
just didn't want me getting up.

Mm.

Logan here has to shine a
torch in my eyes every hour.

Make sure my
brain's still working.

So, what now?

Well, we've still got Level
Nine to be looking into,

but Tosh is going to be
back in a couple of hours.

- We'll make a plan then, okay?
- Okay.

Ready in five!

What?

I cooked.

I'm going to the
airport to pick up Tosh.

Oh, come on,
indulge me. Eat fast.

Aye, okay, okay. Right.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome!

Hello?

Look, er...

I'll meet Freya.

But not here.

- Shetland.
- Okay.

Look, I just need a reason to
be there, in case anyone asks.

Well, you could always say
you're coming to see me, a friend.

Well, I mean, if that helps.

I'll let you know
when I'm arriving.

Jesus, you always been that bad,

or is it just that
you're out of practice?

I don't know.

I don't know if there's an
undercurrent to everything

or whether it's just
my imagination.

I mean, I don't know how you've
got the mental energy to play around.

I really... I really don't.

The undercurrents are the
best thing about it, Jimmy.

Neither's quite knowing
what the other one's meaning.

It's the stuff of life.

Right, well, then, could
you not just find a way

of being cryptic with your wife?

You should try a career
in marriage guidance.

I mean, that is... That is a
rare gift of insight you got there.

You could double it up with master
classes in telephone technique.

Come on. Help
me clear the table.

If you're going to bring work
home at least tidy it away, eh?

Oh, someone had
a crap Burns Night.

Tosh, call me when
you pick this up.

The message that Michael left
for Freya on her answerphone,

I don't think he
is saying "burn".

I think he's talking about
Burns Night, January the 25th.

I think something happened
in Level Nine on Burns Night.

Come on. One more.

All right, it's my round.

When is your flight anyway?

I've got time if you have.

I've got all the time
in the bloody world.

Hi, this is DS Mclntosh, try
me at work on 01632349671.

No, she definitely said
she was on that flight.

- Just let me check with Glasgow.
- Okay.

Passenger, A Mclntosh.

She was?

I see.

No, Tommy, I've just
spoken with Loganair.

She definitely had a ticket,
she just didn't get on the flight.

Got a trace on her phone.

The coordinates are
saying she's in the East End.

I'll get officers over
there right away.

No, no, no, no, down
here. Down here.

Sir? It's DS Boyd. I've been
working with DS Mclntosh.

I'm in Level Nine. I think
we've found something.