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CREW CHATTER

..A big fella. He's got
a massive ginger beard.

He's down in the
pub all the time!

No. Oh, how do you
not know this guy?

Anyway, see if you see him,
ask him to show you the tattoo.

Yeah, I'm not going to do that,

so you may as well just tell me.

Right, he wants a tattoo of
his girlfriend on his arm.

So, he takes a photo of the two
of them from his mum's place

down to the tattoo parlour.

Now, halfway through
the job, he looks down,

and it's his mum that's
getting tattooed on his arm.

Shut up! No, I swear, mate!

Right, troops, I'm sick
of stacking these fish.

One of yous come and take
over. Louis, you're up, man.

Nice, little shoal under us.

Where's Miller hiding,
man? He's always skiving.

- SONAR BEEPS - Aye,
he'll be sitting on his.

Phone, the skiver.

THEY ALL GROAN.

What was that?! I don't
know. Check the side.

We're fast!

The wire's tight. Boss, we're
stuck! I said we're fast.

THEY SHOUT.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa! It won't stop!

Captain, you've got to do
something. Get the bolt-cutters!

Went over the side,
check the red box.

There's cutters in
there. Where is it?

It's jammed, Captain!
Cut the wire!

We're caught on something!

Cut the wire before
it pulls us down!

Captain, we're stuck!

Water's coming in.

It's dragging us!

PANICKED SHOUTING.

Sir, incoming message from CTF.

Are we close up on the
broadcast? Yes, sir.

Is there no intel
signal? No, nothing, sir.

Mm. Carry on. Pump two
tonnes from M's and O's to C.

We're being dragged under!

Guys, hold on, hold on!

Cut the wire! We can't!
The cutters are gone.

THEY YELL.

Miller, get up here! Captain!

Get the raft off!

I can't hold on. Give us
your hand! I can't hold on!

Sir, I think I've got something.

Permission to put the sound
on loud-speaker? Go ahead.

SCRAPING AND GROANING.

What is that?

I think it's a trawler,
sir. We were tracking one.

Yes, but what's happening to it?

Where's Miller?

Get the jackets out!

Did it collide with something?
There's nothing else for miles.

Those are depth implosions.
It's gone down really fast.

Should we go up, sir?
How close was it to us?

Close. I'd say less than a mile.

What kind of size
trawler? Mid-size.

Maybe six crew.

Is it us? No, sir. And you
can't tell me what happened?

It was very sudden. There's
a lot of impact noise.

It's going to take time to
analyse... We don't have time.

Could it have been
another submarine?

If it was, we didn't hear it.

THEY SHOUT.

Silent routine.
Revolutions two zero.

Officer of the watch,
I have the submarine.

Ship control, port ten.
Aye, sir, port ten.

Sir, they won't have had time
to radio. It happened too fast.

Face front. Do your job.
We have to go up and help.

Cronin, go and get the coxswain.
Shake Kierly. Aye, sir.

Well, what about the Antares?
A whole crew left to drown.

You are unable to tell me what
happened. Without that information,

I have to prioritise caution.

Sit down. We know there'll
be men in the water up there.

Hey! Hey! Do your fucking job!

You wanted to see me, sir? Yeah,
Coxswain. Get him out of here.

Get Kierly on watch.
She's on her way, sir.

You're going to let them die?
Chief Petty Officer Burke,

obey your orders! And you'll
talk to their wives and kids, eh?

Get Burke out of here. Come
on, out you go. Out you go.

Get him out of here.

Bye, shipwreck.

Kierly, get on this.

Find out what happened, please.

Yes, sir.

What are we doing here? Back
to your bunk and cool off.

♪ Do you want me on your mind?

♪ Or do you want me to go on?

♪ I might be yours
as sure as I can say

♪ Be gone, be far away

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Mm-mm-mm... ♪

TANNOY: Chief Petty
Officer Kierly,

please report to the
captain's quarters.

Chief Petty Officer Kierly, please
report to the captain's quarters.

Sir. Enter.

What have you got
on the sinking?

This is the beginning
of the event.

That's the trawler's engine
signature - low and steady.

And here,

it looks like an impact
caused by a major hull breach.

But it could also have
been an explosion.

I've only had an hour, sir.
This is going to take... Sir.

I want you and Burke working on this
until you have a definitive answer.

Sir. Shall I shake
Burke, sir? Please.

Get the doctor!

I think he's gone
into cardiac arrest.

Casualty, casualty, casualty!
MC level three, port side.

16 mess. Repeat.
Casualty, casualty.

Where is she?

Ah, Christ. What happened? I don't
know. I just found him like that.

Come on, mate!

Come on, Craig!

What's going on? We found
him in cardiac arrest.

How long has he been like this?

Is his chest expanding?
I think he's gone.

Is his airway free? I'll
look, do you want to swap?

Keep going. Keep going. Do you
want to swap? Let me at it.

One and two and three and four.

Come on, man. Come on!

Defib! How long
shall we keep going?

That's it, that's it.

DEFIB CHARGES One, two,
three, four, five, six,

seven, eight...

SHE SOBS.

Prepare to return to
periscope depth. Aye, sir.

Prepare to return
to periscope depth.

Watch Stand Two, prepare to
return to periscope depth.

Cronin, prepare to transmit
a message. Aye, sir.

PHONE RINGS.

Amy Silva. Amy, you need
to come in right away.

OK. Have I got
time for a shower?

SIRENS BLARE.

CAR LOCKING CHIRPS.

Evening. Amy.

Sir, who else is coming in?

Just you.

Rear Admiral Shaw,
this is DCI Amy Silva.

She's my best detective.

I would even say
that to her face.

Well, we'll get straight
into it, if you don't mind.

I have charge of Britain's
four Vanguard-class submarines.

These are the ones with
the nuclear deterrent.

HMS Vigil is one of those boats.

Earlier today, one of her
crew died of a drugs overdose.

What kind of overdose?

They think he snorted heroin.

Snorted it? So is that misadventure
or a deliberate overdose?

All we know is that he was
found dead in his bunk.

Unfortunately, this happened
within British territorial waters,

so we've had to bring it to you.

Yes, it's been the MOD
versus Holyrood all evening.

But the upshot is,
the usual rules apply.

We're to look into it.

When's the submarine due back?

She's not coming back.

At any given moment, one of these
boats is out on active patrol,

ready to fire within 15 minutes.

It's been that way
for over 50 years.

We're not going to abandon
it over one man's mistake

and some bureaucratic bullshit.

So, we're to send a detective
out to join HMS Vigil.

Me? You'll be on
board for three days,

finish your paperwork, then
they'll let you off on a raft.

A raft? Yes, it's
perfectly safe.

Unless you get hit by a tanker.

What's the dead man's name?

Chief Petty Officer Craig Burke.

These are his service records
and his health records.

Thank you. I'm Lieutenant
Commander Erin Branning.

I'll be the police's
point of contact.

And if I need to interview
anyone under caution, will I fly

a solicitor out to
be with them or...?

Yes, it's a flawed
plan, I agree.

Ordinarily, if a crewman died
on board, we'd stow him away

and... get on with it.

But we have our orders.

The crew will, of course,
be told to co-operate.

So, take a look around,
see what his mates knew.

See if there was any bullying going
on... Zero tolerance of bullying

in the Navy. You had problems with
drugs on these submarines before?

We've never had an
overdose before.

That's not quite what I asked.

There is no drugs
problem on Vigil.

We fly this body out
at the same time.

Get an autopsy done. We
could look into that.

And if I need to speak to
Superintendent Robertson...

Can't call home.

You can receive messages,

but the boat won't signal
unless it's an emergency.

It gives away its position.

Your luggage will
need to fit into this.

It's Silva. L-V-A.

Sorry. Short notice.

No problem.

I'm not going there to
assess the Navy's competence.

How are you with
confined spaces?

Amy will get the job done,

don't you worry about that,
Lieutenant Commander Branning.

I don't think they'll be
rolling out the red carpet.

I mean, that's why
it had to be you.

You'll be OK?

It's three days.

Yeah, it's fine.

Burke passed a mandatory
drugs test in July.

It just

doesn't fit the
profile of a user.

No. No.

I'm going to need a junior to speak
to Burke's colleagues and friends.

Someone who can radio me leads.

Aye, that makes sense.

So, I was thinking
Kirsten Longacre.

Isn't she doing missing
persons? Yeah, but...

If I can't send messages back,

I'm going to need
someone who knows me,

and I've got a good
shorthand with Kirsten.

OK.

NEWSREADER: Live
from Westminster,

we hear from both
sides on the upcoming.

Trident Missile renewal debate,

and the families from the
fishing village Kellan are asking

the coastguard to broaden
the search for a trawler...

So, did you volunteer for this?

The boat went missing off
the coast of Barra Head. No.

Could you have said no?

Well, that didn't come up, so...

It's three days. I can do that.

AMY SIGHS.

I used to come out here a lot.

Iain's parents live a
few miles down the road.

What else do you need from me?

Look, anything you
can get on Burke.

Any drugs connections.

I've emailed you
a police report.

Burke had a fight in
a pub near the base.

There were no charges, but
could be worth looking into.

And, remember, any
messages that you send me

are going to be read by a
dozen people so... So, what?

Nothing erotic, then?

Do you mind staying at
my flat while I'm gone?

Your flat, why?
Just for the cat.

You know what she's
like when I'm away.

What the hell is that?

Is that a body?

Oh, shit.

Call it in.

I'm a police officer.
I need an ambulance.

Erm, we're on the road not far
from the Dunloch naval base.

Each Trident missile costs
$66 million and... It's fine!

Sorry. False alarm. Get up now!
Westminster's about to spend

hundreds of millions
more upgrading them...

If someone swerves to avoid
you, they could end up dead. Ow!

Leave her alone! You
talk about killing people

do you not see the irony there?

Amy? We're going to be late.
Dunloch is in charge of the end

of the world, and they're lying
to us. So speak to your MP.

It's all falling apart,
nobody's doing anything. Here.

You getting run
over helps nobody.

Well, it helps me sleep
at night! What about you?

Names, please? DC
Kirsten Longacre.

DCI Silva. Amy.

Thanks.

DOGS BARK.

Hello, again. Hey.
Welcome to Dunloch.

If you want to follow me, please.
We need to get you briefed

and into your helicopter
survival suit.

If you're taking
your phone on board,

you need to remove the SIM
card. Yep. Already done it.

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIR.

Follow me, please.

Look, if you need to tell me
anything and you don't want

to flag it to the Navy,
then maybe just reference

things we've done
together. Like what?

I don't know. Places we've
been. People we know.

DCI Silva, this is Chief Petty
Officer Matthew Doward. Hi. Ma'am.

He'll be flying out with
you, to replace Craig Burke.

If you wait here, I'll just
check they're ready. Thank you.

It's not going to be for long.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

You can't say that now.

They're ready for you.

Wait here.

Let's go!

RADIO: Fuel feed confidence
check. Cross-feed confirmed.

Hatches and doors, and we're
clear for take-off checks.

Front door is good,
all brakes are off.

We're clear on final.

Have you served on Vigil before?

No. But I've trained
with a few of them.

My usual boat is Virtue.

Much less trouble.

How's that?

No offence, but I'm not really
supposed to be talking to you.

Why not?

Amy, are you ready
to rock, sweetheart?

I think it's going to rain.
Have you got your thermals?

Poppy!

I can't find my hat!

Right, you about ready? Do you
know what I've done with...?

Flask there. OK, let's go. I've
done snacks. OK. No, no, no, no.

Got games. You just need your hat,
which I've found under my coat.

OK. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go!

RADIO: Roger, this is
Nine November Sierra.

We are at RV point seven-five
degrees, two-two decimal

two-six north. One-one degrees,
zero-one decimal five-seven west.

Relative red two-zero
at ten knots. Over.

We've arrived. Coming up
on RV transfer location.

So, how long do we wait?

RV location two-seven
clicks north.

We can stay until
fuel's a problem.

Roger, we have visual on boat.

Nine November Sierra,
commencing highline transfer.

Arms up, please!

She's off comm.

Five, four, three,
two, steady...

I'm going to take
you to the door. OK.

Listen, do not get
caught under the wire!

And, remember, don't move your arm
or you'll fall out of the harness.

On three, push out and away.

Do not jump up.

On three.

One, two, three! Go!

Line unclipped!

Get down the hatch quickly.

Watch your step!

SHE GASPS.

Keep moving!

Close conning tower,
upper lid. Aye, sir.

Where should I...? Wait there.

DCI Silva. Commander
Mark Prentice.

Get your suit off in there. Coxswain
will be along to see you shortly.

Burke's body was meant to be taken
off. Well, too late for that.

Welcome to Vigil.

CLANGING AND GROANING.

TANNOY: Officer of
the watch, look out.

Chief Petty Officer Doward and
civilian detective on board.

Conning tower upper
lid shut and clipped.

Conning tower lower
lid shut and clipped.

Alter course, ten degrees
to port. Aye, sir.

Alter course ten
degrees to port.

Officer of the watch,
dive the submarine.

Excuse me. Thanks. Sir.

Elliot Glover, coxswain.

Tea? DCI Amy Silva.

Where's Craig Burke? No, thanks.

He's in the, er...
He's in the bomb shop.

Right. Well, I'm going to
have to examine the body.

Right. Well, follow me. Does
this ship have a doctor?

Would you take that
for me? Thank you.

It's a boat.

A submarine's always a boat.

And, yeah, we've Medical
Officer Lieutenant Docherty.

Well, can you have him
come and assist me?

Our Doctor's a "her".

We're eight women, 140 men.

You can help to even
things up. Excuse me.

What's the bomb shop?

It's where we keep
the torpedoes.

THUD.

Oh, you all right? Ow!

If you're not covered in
bruises in the first week,

you're not moving fast enough.

How big is this thing?

It's about the length of two
football pitches and about as tall

as four double-decker buses.

All right, I'm
going to need a map.

Here, give me your bag.

I'll take that.
Thanks. No worries.

This is the main event.

Know what's in these?

£50 million-worth
of nuclear missiles.

That's the real reason there
aren't many nuclear wars.

Can't afford to replace these.

Lieutenant Docherty, could
you mind assisting DCI Silva?

This is our doctor, our
surgeon and, God help us,

our dentist, if need be, Medical
Officer Lieutenant Tiffany Docherty.

Welcome aboard. How was your
flight? Stay there. Aye, sir.

I got thrown out of an aircraft
with my luggage tied to me.

Still, better than Ryanair.

But you're all right? You're
not injured? What, me? No.

No, I need you to help
me examine Craig Burke.

He was supposed to be flown off.
Right. I'll go get my kit then

and I'll see you down there.
All right. Follow me. This way.

How have the crew been?
It's been tricky, you know,

but they're all professionals,

they've all got a job to
do, so... Mind your head.

How well did you know Craig
Burke? Reasonably. I liked him.

Though it'd been a while
since we served together.

And what do you do?

Coxswain's job is to
take care of people.

Welfare, discipline, morale.

I'm a walking HR department.

Do you think he meant
to kill himself?

Well, he took an overdose,
so it looks like it.

Welcome to the bomb shop.

Where's the body?

Lads.

We could've put him in the galley
freezer, but it's full of food.

The torpedo tube isn't insulated

and sea water's
about four degrees,

so the body should still
be in good condition.

Right, now, up top.
Nobody in. Aye, sir.

Go ahead.

Did you do much work on him?

Uh, they'd started doing
CPR, but he was clearly dead.

Who found him?

Engineering Officer Hadlow.

He's new to Vigil.

Been on attack
boats up till now.

I'll need to speak to him.

Of course. Do you have a torch?

Will that be
admissible as evidence?

It'll further the case.

As for the rest

that's up to the
courts to decide.

Without a full postmortem,
it's not ideal.

Had he taken any
other medication?

I gave him a couple of paracetamol
about an hour before he died.

I ran into him and he
said he had a headache.

Did he present with
any other symptoms

that fit with a drugs overdose?

His pupils were contracted and there
was some spittle round his mouth.

There's a bruise
with some bleeding.

It's at the base of his skull.

Did you not see that?

He was dead when I got there.

Airway was clear of obstruction,
paddles failed, CPR failed,

no pulse.

I called it, and they moved
him in here immediately.

Could that have happened when
they pulled him from his bunk?

Yeah, probably cracked a few
ribs, too. Mm-hm. We worked hard.

Did you train in medicine?

I did two years, medical
school. It wasn't for me.

What made you change your mind?

Right, you can put him back.

Can you make sure no-one else
can access the body? Of course.

I need to see the captain.

I'll see if he's available.

No. I need to see
him straight away.

Right.

I think Craig Burke
may have been murdered.

But that's absurd.

We found drugs on the body,
with a rolled-up banknote.

I've put them in the safe.

I mean, you can
see for yourself.

The heroin looks like the type
that you cook up before injecting.

Heroin's very rarely snorted,

and if it is, they usually
use a finer white powder.

Well, perhaps he didn't
know what he was doing.

After all, he did overdose.

There's powder on the body, and
it's caked around the nostrils,

but there's nothing
up inside the nose.

It looks like it's been
rubbed on. OK, hold on.

There were at least half a dozen
people who tried to help him,

including those people
who held his nose shut

while they were giving
him mouth-to-mouth. So...

Sir, sorry, I agree with you.
I think the idea of murder is

is absurd. There's
a head injury.

And he complained of a
headache to your doctor

a few hours before he died.

And there's bruising
around the jaw.

It's possible that an assault
could've caused a delayed

brain haemorrhage.

That fits with the symptoms that
Lieutenant Docherty observed.

I think the heroin might be someone
trying to cover some things up.

And do you think someone
brought the heroin on board with

all of that in mind? There's
no privacy on this boat.

You can't beat someone to death in
their cabin and get away with it.

Precisely! That's
a nine-berth bunk.

I did say there could be a
delay between the assault

and the haemorrhage. If you'd have
flown the body back for an autopsy,

like I requested... We
received no such order.

With all due respect, Captain,
it isn't my job to persuade you.

In my view, this boat
is a crime scene.

You need to return to port so that
we can start a proper enquiry.

I was promised your cooperation.

I take my orders from the Chiefs
of Staff and the Prime Minister.

My duty is to mission,
boat and crew,

and while you are on board
you will obey my orders.

Now, you're with
us for three days.

Do your work.

But stay out of our way.

And if I hear the word "murder"
spoken outside this room,

I'll have you
confined to quarters.

I can't have that.

Do you understand?

Yeah. Coxswain.

CAT MEOWS.

Don't tell me.

You're hungry.

Burke had a fight in a pub. Do
you know anything about that?

If it happens on shore, then
it's none of my business.

I'm just trying to understand
what's going on with him.

When did you last see Burke?

Erm, at the end of his watch.

Where did he go? I'm not sure.

Oh, Adams had a word
with him in the mess.

He's one of our engineers.

He's the guy who gave him CPR.

So, that's who found him?

No, that was, um,
Lieutenant Hadlow.

OK, I'll need to
speak to both of them,

and now I need to
see Burke's cabin.

That was Burke's bunk.

Is there anywhere else he
might have kept...? Twat!

What the fuck is going on?

Sorry, sir. No offence.

None taken. This is Gary Walsh,
another of our engineers.

This is DCI Silva. She's here
just to look into Burke's death.

Well, there's not
much to say, is there?

He was a druggie
and a shite sailor,

and he should've been
out the Navy years ago.

How do you know he was a druggie?
Well, he OD'd for a start! Christ.

Did you see him take drugs?

It's not like he'd be racking
up lines in the mess. OK.

Shall we do this another time?
He's meant to be sleeping.

Is there anything else
you need to see in here?

No, I'm done.

I need to see Adams and Hadlow.

I don't understand why the captain
doesn't want me to look into this.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine. I'm just...

Headache? Yeah, actually.

Yeah, it's the
low-oxygen environment.

Helps slow down fires.

Look, I think you
need some rest.

Let me show you to your bunk.

All right. It's an automatic
disciplinary if I step into

the ladies' bunks, so you'll
have to put yourself to bed.

Yours is the top bunk.
Try and get four hours.

SHE GROANS.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY.

CUTLERY CLATTERS.

Where is she now?
In the ladies' bunk.

What do you think of her?

She's clever.

Once she starts talking to people,
it'll be hard to keep her contained.

Well, I think we need to
keep her on a short lead,

and, um, well, I can sit
in on any interviews.

That's not a bad idea. Mm.

But, Coxswain, I think
we'll let you cover that.

Sir, I really think it should
be me who sits in on...

Those are my orders, XO,

and now I need a word
with the coxswain.

Sir.

XO CLEARS HIS THROAT.

I'm not going to saddle her
with that prick for three days.

You'll keep an eye
on her, won't you?

We can't afford a scandal.

No, sir. We can't.

Excuse me!

Can we have a word with you?

Stop!

Stop!

Hand it over.

CURTAIN OPENS.

Hiya.

Can't you sleep?

No.

It's hard keeping track
of time down here.

Your body clock goes.

Oh, shit.

Oh, it's all right.

You can't lose anything
on a submarine.

Sorry. I didn't
bring any spares.

You can't carry your own meds.

What's this for?

I need to know about
any medical conditions.

Anxiety and depression.

What I need is to go for a run.

Yeah, then a dip in the pool.

Listen, if you're
struggling, come and see me.

You wouldn't be the first.

Thanks.

DOOR OPENS.

Hi, Jade.

I think we met earlier
on the road to Dunloch.

I'd love to have a
wee chat with you

but if you'd like to have
a solicitor present...

I've had my phone call. I
don't need anything else.

OK, then.

So, I gather that you've been
arrested for trespassing onto.

Dunloch base? I've been charged
with that before. It's no big deal.

The report says that you were found
in one of the accommodation blocks

and that you had a key on you?

Yeah, they've taken that off me
now. Well, I bet they have. Mm.

Why were you trying to get
into Craig Burke's room?

You've read my statement.

I have read your statement.
Now, what did it say?

It said that he had
borrowed a book from you

and that you went there
to get it back from him.

Tell me, how did
you know each other?

Drank in the same pub.

What, and he just left you
a key to his room, did he?

He's dead anyway,
doesn't really matter.

Who told you he was dead?

Did they tell you HOW he died?

No.

Jade, I'm a police detective.

Now, that is totally
separate from the Navy.

We do not share
information with them.

I'm helping
investigate his death.

What, and you know how he died?

I do.

All right. How did he die?

What was your relationship?

He was my boyfriend.

Nobody knew.

Obviously, my friends, my
mates, wouldn't be happy.

Go on, then.

He died of a heroin overdose.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Did you know
that he used...? What?

He never took heroin!

Addicts often hide,
even from their...

He wasn't an addict!

Are you...? Are you joking?

He wasn't an addict! I
spent weekends with him.

We were together
every single second.

He couldn't...

If that's what they're saying

then it's the Navy that
killed him. The Na...

Why would you say that? Look at
when the Mhairi Finnea went missing.

The Mhairi Finnea? You've
not read up on that?

No, I haven't.

Everyone knows it's a cover-up.

This is the Navy, yeah?

This is what they do.

This is what they do
when they have a problem.

Oh, my God. Erm...

Fuck. I need to go. Erm...

Can I go now,
please? Yes, you can.

SIREN WAILS.

CAR ENGINE STARTS.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.

DCI Silva, Chief
Petty Officer Adams.

I'd rather we talked in private.

Best you're going to get,
I'm afraid. Adams, sit down.

I've no time for
a long one, mate.

Yeah, go on, then.

All right, fella? No,
I'm just a bit under it.

It's all right, though.
What's the question?

I gather you were one of the
last people to see Burke alive?

Yeah. Yeah. I saw him in here.

What time was that?

I don't know exactly.

13.10 maybe? Him and me
do the same watch pattern.

Did the same watch pattern.

Yeah, I got some scran, and
then went and had a kip.

How did he seem? Did you
talk? No. He was a bit off.

If you get a vibe off
someone, you don't push it.

Did anyone else think
Burke seemed a bit off?

Did anyone mention it? Morning.

Hadders said that he'd
seen him on 4 deck.

Asked me how he'd seemed.

Who's Hadders? Hadlow.

Officer. My boss.

Don't tell him Adams
calls him Hadders.

But that's the same person
who found the body? Yeah.

Actually, that was the
last time I saw Burke,

if we're being
exact about things.

I went in, tried to help out.

Were you nearby?

Yeah, I was sleeping in
the next bunk space along.

I mean, people
don't normally shout

when you're on silent routine, do
they? So, when Hadders shouted,

I was like, bang, awake.

First one to get there.

You saw Burke on this deck?

I, er... I was just... I
was just coming through.

I didn't... I didn't
stop or anything.

But afterwards you asked
Adams how Burke had seemed?

Er, no. No, I don't...

I don't think so.

What time did you
see him down here?

12.30, maybe. It was about half
an hour before change of watch.

I didn't stop to talk to him.

And I didn't know him that well.

We never sailed
together or anything.

What was he doing? He
was hanging around.

That's what you do
when you're off watch.

People come down
here. It's quiet.

And Burke was
definitely off watch?

Yes. He wasn't at his station
and he wasn't in uniform.

He was wearing a green fleece.

Where was he standing, exactly?

There.

Can we get the lights
turned down in here?

Do you still need me?

Yeah. Don't go anywhere.

Control room, it's the coxswain.

Could you get the
lights dimmed on deck 3?

Understood, thank you.

They can only give
you a few minutes.

HISSING.

What's that stuff?
It's called luminol.

Forensics use it to show
up any blood stains.

Is that blood?

I, er... I need to
get some scran now.

Did you see anyone
else with Burke?

Write these down. I'll
get back to you later...

No, wait.

When you found his body, what did
you see when you entered the cabin?

I found him in his bunk.

Was his curtain drawn
back? No. I drew it back.

But everyone tells me how
precious sleep is down here.

So, weren't you worried
about waking him up?

I guess, I thought,
if he was asleep

is that something
you've done before?

Gone into someone's cabin and pulled
their curtain? It's not forbidden.

I have a drill to prep
and I haven't eaten yet.

Write down your questions.
I'll get back to you.

No, sorry, we're not done yet.

You were one of the last people to
see him alive. You're the person who

found his body, and yet you can't
tell me why you went to see him?

I've a tight schedule.
It's change of watch.

I've got to go.

Can't you stop him?

He's an officer.
Nothing I can do.

I've looked at the
trawler's sound pattern.

It gets pulled down by the nets.

If you listen to this...

DEEP THUDS.

That's the floats on the trawl
banging against something.

It's exactly the same
signature as the audio

you would get from the Antares
sinking. I've cross-referenced it.

Sir, with due respect to Petty
Officer Kierly, that noise

could easily just be the nets
snarling on the trawler as it sinks.

No, it's not.

I'm sure. The trawler gets
pulled down by another sub.

It all fits. And can you
classify the other boat?

Not yet. Message CTF.

We need them to
identify that boat.

Aye, sir. Sir.

Captain Newsome, may I
speak with you? It's urgent.

Carry on.

I've found blood and I have
a witness who can put Burke

in the same location.

At least one of your crew
members has a history of violence

involving Burke. Look, you can't
ignore this. You've been told to do

your work without interfering...
I appreciate that your mission

takes priority for you,
but there's a line,

and now we need to
message our superiors.

Where was the blood found?
On one of the missile decks.

Did anything unusual happen
on the day that Burke died?

Was there anything different
about his watch? Yeah.

He snorted heroin. There
was certainly heroin powder

found around his nostrils.

Why were you on silent
routine? Write your report.

We'll send it. Sir? Two
transmissions in one week?

Have your report ready to
be sent within the hour.

Have navigation move the boat
out of the patrol area. Aye, sir.

Cronin, prepare
to send a message.

Aye, sir. Thank you.

PHONE RINGS.

The police officer's arrived.

Should we give her
DCI Silva's report?

No. That doesn't exist until
the Chiefs of Staff say it does.

Fucking Vigil.

There's going to be some serious
changes on there when she gets back.

Yes, sir.

DOOR CLOSES.

Hello again. How can I help you?

I need to message my
colleague on Vigil.

Then I'd like to see Craig
Burke's accommodation.

Most of the families live in
Kirkmouth, but the singletons

all want these.
It's a walk to work.

Here we are.

I'm afraid you'll
need to wait outside.

Or I can call you,
if that's easier?

Is there a reason?

This is a police investigation.

I'm hardly a member
of the public.

I know. But still...

Thank you.

Detective Silva. Message
for you from base.

Thank you.

KIRSTEN: Slow progress here.

Event at sea.

Could be connected
to Burke's death?

Same day. Same area.

Remember my dad's job?
Involves one of those.

What happened is the subject
of my dad's favourite song.

We listened to it when
I taught you Morse.

Dash, dot-dot, dash.

Is an N... No, no.

No, an N is dash-dot.

Dash! Dot-dot, dash.

♪ On New Year's Eve... ♪

What is that? Mm!
I love this song.

It's my dad's favourite song.

He plays it every
time he gets drunk.

He's from Stornoway.

Oh, it was a terrible tragedy,
affected the whole of the island.

The sinking of the Iolaire.

It's still a big deal
for the trawlermen.

SHE SIGHS.

Hey. DCI Silva.

You've been ordered to co-operate,
haven't you? Uh... Yes.

Can you tell me about
Burke and the sinking?

I wasn't there.

I was called to replace
him after he got booted.

You replaced him mid-watch?

Yeah.

I need to know why.

In here.

SQUEAKING.

HOLLOW CLANG.

RATTLING.

RATTLING.

DOOR OPENS I have to be
at a meeting shortly.

How much longer do
you need? I'm done.

Ready to go.

Anything to report?

No.

Nothing yet.

Thank you.

The day Burke died,
a trawler sank.

This is a murder enquiry.

You're obliged to be
candid with me. Be quiet.

Don't accuse me of not being...
I've spoken to Hadlow and Adams.

Burke should still have
been on watch at 12.30.

But Hadlow saw him
in casual clothes.

You dismissed him after you
hit a fishing trawler. Why?

Sit down. Please.

WE didn't hit anyone.

As far as we know,
another submarine did.

Someone sitting right behind us.

Do you understand
what that means?

Of course you don't.

You're looking for someone
who might have had a punch-up.

We had an enemy
submarine tracking us,

which oughtn't even be possible.

The entire nuclear deterrent
rests on just three things.

The first, you must
have viable weapons.

And second, your enemy can't
ever know if you'll use them.

Which is why we keep the
letter of last resort

in a safe, inside another
safe, on board this boat.

The final thing is, your enemy
mustn't be able to stop you.

So you stay hidden.

If we've been successfully
shadowed by an enemy submarine,

that is the single most
frightening development

in submarine warfare
in my lifetime.

Burke wanted us to go on top to
see if there were any survivors

from the trawler.

The mission required
we stay hidden.

I made the right decision.

But we're not at war.

That is an illusion.

We have always been at war.

ALARM BLARES.

TANNOY: Emergency stations,
emergency stations, all hands.

Emergency stations, all hands.

Reactor scram, reactor scram,

reduce electrical loads
throughout the submarine. Argh!

Emergency stations, all
hands. What's going on?

The reactor has scrammed.
Repeat, the reactor...

What does that mean? Stay
there. This is not a drill.

Reduce electrical
loads throughout

the submarine and
report to ship control.

Thank you.

XO, I have the submarine.
Take us up 50 metres.

Up 50 metres. Aye, sir.

Where is she? No-one is allowed to
drive unaccompanied on this base!

Get me the EO. Full
report from engineering.

What's happening? Ship
control. Aye, sir!

Off the top of my head, there's
20 different ways you could kill.

Vigil's crew single-handed.

DISTANT SHOUT.

But nobody talks about it.

Not the skipper.

The submarine is in trim,
sir. Not the top brass.

They only want silence.
Status control. Close up!

SHOUTING.

There's corruption.

And fear.

SHOUTING.

There's men who are being killed,
and the world's still got no idea.

See, we look like a crew, and
that's all that matters to them.

Not what's underneath.

DOG BARKS.

Can you open the gates,
please? Just wait a minute.

I'm Police Scotland. I'm
not interested in waiting.

I'm heading home. Open
the gates, please.

Just wait a minute, please.

I've had some of them come at
me. They'll come at me again.

I know that.

DOGS BARK.

EO, situation report. Captain,
I have no idea what caused it.

It's a complete
reactor shutdown.

EO, we need that propulsion to
keep us at depth. Yes, sir. I know.

XO, sitrep.

Reactor scram. No power
to the main engines, sir.

Amy, hold on.

But if they've left me dead,
under two miles of water,

well, here I am.

And I've got things to tell you.