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Fredrik's sister.
I should have known.

And you're his killer.
My brother was innocent.

He was a fool.
He thought he could make me quit.

-You guys didn't stop.
-How many have you killed, Petra?

They all deserved it.

Turn around.

Hey!

We took down the shooter.
Found one survivor.

Police released the only survivor
from the Oil Rig 45 murder case.

Petra Dahlberg was questioned
after seven were found murdered.

No motive has been found,
and the case has baffled the police.

Oil company Benthos are
considering the future of Rig 45.

Will this remain
an unsolved murder mystery?

Open your mouth,
stretch your tongue out and go "ah".

A little bit more. That looks nice.

Yeah.

-Hi.
-Hi. Petra Dahlberg?

Yes?

Police. We'd like to have a chat
for a few minutes

-I don't have anything to add.
-We've got some new evidence.

We just need to have a chat
down at the station.

I told you the story
over and over again.

You've been really helpful

but we just need to go over
a few things for ourselves.

Sure. I'll get my coat.

I forgot my phone.

Hey!

Get it open! Shit. Get it open!

Petra, stop!

-Watch where you're going!
-Take the car.

Stop! Police!

Yeah. No, I've lost her.
Yeah. I'm coming up.

Stop!

Stop!

-Fuck!
-Come on. It's over, Petra!

You're under arrest
for the murder of seven people.

You don't have to say anything. If
you do, it may be used against you.

Hannah, toast.

I hope you're dressed, young lady.

Don't let me tell you a third time.

-Oh, hey. Morning.
-Hey

I hope you're not leaving that.

-Where are you going?
-Out.

-Who with?
-Emilia and Ryan.

-Ryan Lennox?
-No. Ryan Boyd.

-Is he someone from school?
-I got to go.

-Have you finished your coursework?
-Yes.

Look, we've got plans Friday.

I thought we'd go see a movie
and have dinner. Catch up again.

-I've got plans on Friday.
-Plans? Oh... Who with?

Just let it go, Mum. Fuck's sake.

DI Marshall.

Yeah.

You picked a nice morning for it.

Hey.

-Welcome back.
-Thanks.

What've you got?

We got a body
washed up in a Benthos jacket.

-The oil company?
-Yeah. Must have fallen off a rig.

-Could have floated for a long time.
-Looking suspicious?

The head's bashed in.
It's been badly eaten.

Face, hands, stomach.
It's kind of why I don't eat fish.

Have you got an ID?

Do you remember Petra Dahlberg?

The woman who had a killing spree
on the oil rig.

Wanted revenge for her brother.

She's doing twenty years.

This day planner that was found
on the body. Belonged to her brother.

Fredrik Dahlberg from Rig 45.

Right. You're being transferred
for interrogation.

-So how's her record?
-Model prisoner. No violations.

-Any visitors?
-Her lawyer to start. Nobody since.

Listen...

You've had it rough, so if you want
to start with an easier...

I'm fine. Thank you, DS Webb.

We have some questions
about your brother.

Are you aware that we found a body?

Was it him?

We haven't got all the tests, but...

...everything seems to fit.

The rig was badly damaged
by the explosions. It's dismantled.

We're going back
to solve your brother's case.

We were really close.

After our parents died,
it was just the two of us.

He even paid my way
through medical school.

It says in here that he fell
off the helipad. On Rig 45.

-Yeah, but it's not true, is it?
-Tell us what you think happened.

He found out
the others were smuggling heroin

and they got rid of him.

Got rid of him?

The others lied to protect them.

They thought
they could get away with murder

The OEM, Oddvar Ankerssen,
organized the whole thing.

And they threw him into the water.

Benthos refused to listen.
So did the police.

According to
the medical examiner's report

Fredrik was killed
by a blow to the head.

This is Fredrik's day planner.
We found it on his body.

We believe
it's connected to his death.

There's a sequence of numbers.

We've had it analyzed.
It's a serial number to a hard drive.

It suggests there's far more to this
than we first thought.

A hard drive
which might still be on the rig.

-Which is why we need your help.
- I don't know about a hard drive.

The rig is going to be destroyed.
We have very little time to find it.

He did speak about a place on the rig
where he used to hang out.

-Maybe you'll find your hard drive.
-Where?

I want something in return.

What did you have in mind?

I want you to take me to the rig.

Petra, you know we can't do that.

I just really want a chance
to say goodbye to my brother.

OK, let's take a break.

Interview terminated 17:53.

-No chance.
-Let's not just dismiss the idea.

-No way! We're not letting her back.
-She just wants some closure.

My heart bleeds. It's not our job
to give closure to a murderer.

We get a warrant.
We scope it out. Two days, tops.

This could be our last opportunity
to solve this case.

For fuck's sake.

-Really nice car for the cops.
-Expect anything else?

-DI Emma Marshall, Police Scotland.
-We were told to expect you.

I'm Adam. This is Tom.

Worst mechanic in the North Sea.

-What's she doing here?
-It's a police matter.

-You know each other?
-Follow me.

We're going to see the captain.

Been on a rig before?

We reload once a week.
Then we come back for more.

-How long are you staying?
-Oh, a couple of days, tops.

OK. This is Captain Grimelund.

-DI Emma Marshall.
-Aksel Grimelund. Welcome aboard.

Happy to have you here.
This is my first mate.

We got a long sail to get to the rig.

Adam, take her down to the mess
to have something to eat and drink.

Thanks. I'll drop my bags off.

Bigger ship than I was expecting
for all this.

-How do you get on the rig from here?
-We jump.

Or... we could use a helicopter.

It's great fun in the wind.

How do they transfer the oil?

They build up the tank pressure
and pump it through to the tanker.

She'll tell you all about that.

Before she murdered,
she worked there.

You've had enough.

I got to leave those on.

Have fun.

Don't be going anywhere.

Good. Thank you. You all good?

Your jacket looks a bit...
I don't know.

We need to find you
something better, warmer.

It's going to be cold out on the rig.

So, Benthos processes petroleum oil
and natural gas.

-Not worried about the environment?
-We operate a class A certification.

This here is the main deck.
Inside is the crew and the bill.

There's normally about 150 of them.

Soon this whole rig will just be
a pile of scrap metal.

-Will my phone work in here?
-No communication really works.

Everything is ruined.

But we have a transmitter that goes
to the com center on the ship and...

When the ship's here, we're laughing.

-Main drag here. Mess through there.
-What's the food like?

After 35 years, fish and chips
is still fish and chips.

This company owes me.

-That's a long time to be away.
-I'm retiring next month.

Going to be a granddad.

My young fella is getting married
in the spring.

This is your office
for the time being.

And here's the keys.

We'll go and get the floorplans
and sort out the cabinet.

-Thank you.
-Take a seat.

OK.

We're going to be five minutes.

Don't move.

Chopper's leaving, boys.
Wish I was getting off this damn rig.

Brought you Starsky and Hutch.

-Suzanne?
-Yes. Suzanne Munch-Petersen. Hi.

We spoke on the phone.
I'm representing Benthos board.

And this is Frank Armstrong,
head of security.

-Where are they going?
-We send the whole shift home.

Some are staying.
The others will be back on Monday.

-Why have you brought a murderer?
-Kevin. We do apologize.

This is Kevin and Sara.
They are a bit nervous

Dahlberg will remain handcuffed. Her
presence won't affect your safety.

You concentrate on your job, mate,
and we'll do ours.

-You make sure you do that, yeah?
-We'll be speaking to you all soon.

Right. I'll take you back.

Keep an eye on them.

OK, Petra.

It's time for you to show us these
places you mentioned. Come on.

I want to see the gym
and I want to see the other place.

There's a few places
Fredrik spoke about.

But this is where he spent
most of his time.

Fredrik loved to dive.

He was in the navy.

He always used to say
that the sea was his second home.

If there's a hard drive,
this is where it would be.

If you let me out of these,
I can help you look.

A total waste of time.

I got something.

It's funny. It's almost like you knew
we'd find a hard drive.

-She scares me.
-Petra? Ah, she won't harm you.

-What about the FDS computers?
-Leave them down here.

-And the pontoon cameras?
-In the control room, obviously!

-Why are the police here?
-They're looking for something.

Test if the transfer will even work.

All right, I'll get it done tonight.

-Here's the pressure level.
-All right. We need to lower that.

-It's our anniversary today.
-What?

-Three years ago, we first met here.
-That's nice.

-We should celebrate.
-I need to go off and run some tests.

Should be done by tomorrow.

Cut it, Paddy, or I'll kill you.

She's out of your league, mate.

Are you OK?

-Thanks for the flower.
-Come on! Before we freeze.

You've said your goodbyes
to your brother now.

Come.

Sit.

Hands.

We're not supposed to be doing this.
Explain what's on the hard drive.

There are loads of files.

It's going to take a wee while.

-How are you getting on?
-Never had more fun in my life.

This coffee is just as bad
as it is at the station, so...

-Anything unusual?
-No. Nothing at all.

Just...

-What's that?
-A video file.

Thanks. Just what we're looking for.
Very helpful.

-Do you want me to...
-Thanks, we'll take it from here.

Shut the door on your way out, yeah?

OK...

I never thought
that I would have to do this but...

...there's a chance that I won't
survive. And it's hard to explain.

I have information about Benthos.

How they're conducting
their business.

How they're trading.

All the illegal stuff they've done.

People that's died.

My information could
bring Benthos down.

It reaches all the way to the top.

And everything is on a hard drive.

Those bastards have done
so much...

This is bigger than we thought.
We better keep this hidden.

I told them we'd be here till Monday.

-Hannah's on her own.
-The rig is gone in a couple of days.

Fredrik's death has got nothing to do
with the drug deal.

It has something to do with Benthos.
That might explain Fredrik's death.

-Why is she feeding us information?
-Don't know.

-We should ask for backup.
-Let's try handling it ourselves.

-If you need my help, let me know.
-We just want to have a look around.

Talk to the crew.

-Is this everyone?
-The rest are back after the weekend.

We won't disturb you too much.

Sara mentioned
you found a hard drive.

That's Benthos property.

It's evidence
in a murder investigation.

I need it back
when you're done with it.

-It's property of Police Scotland.
-But we're not in Scotland.

We're in international water.

-Everything here belongs to Benthos.
-Are you fucking joking?

No.

Come on.

If there's anything else,
we'll let you know.

There's endless places to hide.

I don't think I'll get the smell
out of my clothes.

I'm going to take over questioning
on this, right?

Sure thing, boss.

Hey. You got a minute?

Sure. How can I help?

We just want to have a chat
about Fredrik Dahlberg.

-Did you know him?
-I knew who he was.

You knew who he hung out with?

I'm a computer engineer.
I don't socialize.

There's very little time for that.
We work 12-hour shifts.

-Did he work alone?
-Of course not.

He seemed very close with Magnus.
A Russian guy that worked here.

-They worked together?
-They basically had the same job.

Fredrik started working for this
capitalist company a year after me.

Magnus Hareide.

He and Magnus supervised pumping
and exportation to the ships.

-They worked under Oddvar.
-Who's Oddvar?

Oddvar was an offshore team leader.

Hello, guys.

So where's this Magnus now?

Last I heard,
he was in the Caribbean. Lucky sod.

So nobody who works here now
really knew Fredrik?

Basically not, no.
We worked different shifts.

-Are we safe?
-We're just testing the alarms.

But for how long?

This has become a strange
and dangerous place.

How so?

It's in these walls. Evil.

I can feel it. Can you?

Do you ever get premonitions
or visions?

A good detective should.

This whole company's corrupt.
This whole industry's corrupt.

There's a green revolution coming,
and you both better be ready.

If you care so much, why are you
working for the bad guys?

Technically I don't.

I'm just finishing things off.

-So you'll leave Sara on her own?
-Who said I'm leaving her behind?

You pumping her oil, Kevin?

Kevin's lying.

He must have known Fredrik.

Yeah, but we can talk to the rest
of the crew tomorrow. Night.

Night.

-You're OK in the house alone?
-Yeah.

-Are you locking all the doors?
-Yes, Mom.

OK. I've got a bit more work here,
but I'll be back by Monday.

-Two more days?
-I thought you liked me being away.

Yeah, I do. Or...

-I've been having the dreams again.
-Oh, no.

-I can't help it.
-It will pass. I promise.

-All right. Same time tomorrow?
-OK.

-I love you.
-I love you too, Mom.

Thank you.

Looking forward to the trip.

-Good choice.
-I know.

You remember what we spoke about
at Christmas?

But I haven't had the time.

But...

We can go in spring.

He's off for two weeks.

What do you say? You and me?

-Two weeks?
-Sounds good.

Yeah, it does. Doesn't it?

Maybe I should have his calendar.

It seems like my whole life revolves
around him.

Maybe you should. Just remember,
it's not easy for me either.

-I know.
-Good.

-You're not worried about the police?
-Why should I?

I have no reason to.

OK?

I got you.

Don't I?

Yes, you have.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Hello?

Hello?

-What is it?
-There's been an accident.

-Where?
-On the machine deck.

This way?

Hey. Fucking Cagney and Lacey.

-What happened to him?
-Not sleeping, is he? He fell.

-Kevin found him. He's dead.
-What is she doing here?

Have you another doctor on the rig?

-Jesus Christ. Do something!
-She is.

-Can you do CPR?
-He's got no pulse.

It's a traumatic arrest.
Caused by a blow to the head.

-Are you sure?
-He's dead. Nothing I can do.

-You did this. You killed him.
-Cut it out.

But you know it's her!

Knock it on the head.

-I'll take her back.
-You brought her here!

-She was locked in a cabin all night.
-This is your fault.

You brought her here!

I've had enough of you.
Shut the fuck up.

If you were doing your fucking job,
you wouldn't need to know that.

I need to know where everybody's
been. You, gobby, got a lot to say.

-Were you with him when he fell?
-I was in the control room.

-With whom?
-Her.

Right, you were in the control room.

-Frank, where were you, mate?
-I was alone on Deck 3.

I knew him for years,
and this is how it ends.

Shit happens.

-Be careful.
-Why? He's fucking dead.

Show some dignity, Frank.

Fuck!

Yeah?

We've got a problem
in the control room.

Five. Can you hear me? Over.

Aberdeen Airport?

This is Aksel Grimelund on Rig 45.
Do you read me? Over.

What's happened?

We've lost all communication
with mainland and the ship.

Aberdeen Airport.
This is Aksel Grimelund on Rig 45.

-Kevin, what's going on?
-The transmitter is fine.

-The fault's probably on the ship.
-How'd you mean?

We've been using
the ship's communication.

We've got no helicopter.
We're stuck here till Monday.

Try again. If we can't establish
contact, we're completely cut off.

-Fuck this!
-They are shit drunk. They should...

-English now.
-Shut up, Kevin!

-It's dead. I don't know why.
-Try again.

Hello.
This is Aksel Grimelund on Rig 45.

This is fucked.
Adam didn't have an accident.

Do you know when we lost contact?

One hour before he died.

Someone wanted to shut us down
before the killing.

We need to work out
where all the crew were last night.

No, we need to contact mainland
for backup.

How? They don't even have
a satellite phone.

What about the hard drive?

-Should we have a look at it?
-No, we've done with that. Thanks.

-I told you to keep it to yourself.
-This is what we do...

You're just telling everybody,
are you?

-No, but...
-Just drop it. It's all done.

How long
has that key cabinet been open?

Oh, Jesus. Petra!

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck!

-She's had access since yesterday.
-She could be anywhere.

We're in deep shit here.

I'm sure Fredrik knows something.
Completely sure.

I know what you're up to, Oddvar.