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[ Rumbling noises ]

Hey. Hey.

Stay there any longer and you'll have to buy another ticket.

[ Chuckles ]

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[ Siren wailing ]

Don't tell me-- you got separated from the herd?

- Sorry? - Stag night?

I'm not with a herd.

I'm with the DUO Commonality Scheme.

[ Siren wails ]

"DUO Commonality--

retraining Commonwealth soldiers

in the U.K. Emergency Services--

diversity, unity, opportunity.

Sergeant Davis Lindo, at your service.

[ Telephone ringing, indistinct conversations ]

Training programme starts Monday, Sergeant Lindo.

Yes Ma'am.

Today's Friday.

Yes, Ma'am. But I wanted to introduce myself.

Thank you.

Right. Hmm.

So 10 years with the Royal Military Police?

Have you got investigative experience?

Serious crimes investigation, evidence collation,

witness interrogation, detainee handling.

Alright.

It's not your first rodeo. I get it.

So why a trainee program?

This is a unique opportunity, Ma'am.

I'm a proud Commonwealth citizen,

and I've seen a lot of the world with the British Army.

This Commonality scheme

allows me to retrain in British law enforcement.

No skill wasted, but new skills learned.

And also, Ma'am, I just really,

really want to be a detective.

[ Chuckles ]

Just not in Jamaica?

Jamaica is...

not the place for me.

Alright.

But just so you know,

it's gonna take more than a change of uniform

to convert you into one of my officers, right?

- I will earn my place, Ma'am. - Good.

'Cause as of monday, you'll just be a rookie,

like all the others. [ Knock on door ]

Incident report you've been waiting for, Boss.

3 minutes and 27 seconds. [ Chuckles ]

Old Mallick thought you'd last a full five

before you came barging in here for a nosey.

[ Laughs ] Is he still here? He owes me a tenner!

This him, then?

Lindo, this is Detective Sergeant Bartlett.

You'll be shadowing her.

Sergeant Davis Lindo.

Pleased to meet you, Ma'am.

Oh, I'm not your ma'am.

Oh, neither am I while we're at it.

Boss'll do just fine.

You can call me Bart.

Boss... Bart.

Got it.

Right. Well, off you go, then.

Go and get yourself settled.

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[ Foghorn blows, seagulls crying ]

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[ Kettle whistling ]

[ Door opens, bell rings ]

Hey. What can I get you?

What do you recommend?

[ Bell dings ]

Enjoy.

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[ Dog barking ]

[ Foghorn blows ]

[ Crowd cheering ]

[ Crowd chanting indistinctly ]

Oil, not soil! Oil, not soil!

[ Chanting continues ]

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It's disgusting!

The future is green!

[ Chanting continues ]

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To address the concerns about the merger with Zefel,

for 30 years, Coburn Gas and Oil has been a vital cog

in the wheel of this city's economy.

But the simple truth is the oil is running out.

Moving to renewables is not just

the best solution for the business,

but it's the best solution for the planet.

It took us a while to get on the green train,

but now that we have, we are not getting off.

[ Crowd shouting indistinctly ]

Save our jobs, save our jobs, save our jobs!

I know there are worries over jobs.

And I get it. I do.

But in any restructure, it is inevitable

that certain roles will have to go.

But the retraining we're offering

will give ample opportunity to secure posts in the new company.

And don't just take my word for it.

Your word means nothing!

The word of the person who not only spearheaded this merger,

but who'll bring her expertise

to mark us a major player at the green-energy table.

So please give her your warmest welcome,

the President of Zefel Renewables,

Karolina Andersen.

[ Crowd cheering ]

Thank you, Clellan. Thank you.

[ Audio feedback ] [ Clears throat ]

So, in less than 48 hours,

our two companies will become one.

It's not just a proud moment for us, but for our two cities--

Stavanger, the oil capital of Norway,

and Aberdeen, the oil capital of the United Kingdom.

But this merger is about securing a future without oil,

something that Zefel achieved 10 years ago.

We took the risks, we surmounted the obstacles,

and we proved that switching

from black gold to green energy can be done.

[ Crowd cheering ]

And we'll prove it again, today, in Aberdeen, with you,

'cause we're in this together.

This is not the end of an era of Coburn Gas and Oil,

but the birth of a new one--

the birth of Coburn Renewables.

[ Crowd cheering ]

You're killing us, Coburn!

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I'll kill you first, Clellan Coburn!

That's a promise!

[ Crowd chanting indistinctly ]

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[ Camera shutter clicking ]

I mean, I don't think GQ will be calling anytime soon,

but it'll do, until the proper one's done.

Right.

Evidence room, for all the evidence.

Uh... my desk, your desk,

incident room for major incidents,

interview room for--

Interviewing people.

Okay.

What about this one,

the most important room in the station?

Forensics lab?

Close, but no hermana.

Lindo, this is, uh, Detective Inspecto--

Detective Inspector Jaiyush Mallick.

You're in the handbook, Sir.

The what book?

The DUO handbook--

Diversity, Unity, Opportunity.

Yeah, I know what DUO is.

Just didn't know they'd nicked my picture

for the instruction manual.

Handbook--

it's got case studies, diversity success stories.

And they're saying I'm one of them?

You think I got where I got 'cause of some diversity scheme?

Two years at Tawny Castle, four pounding the beat,

two trapped in exam rooms,

and before any of that, 20 at the university

of "treated like crap 'cause I'm brown and from Torry."

That's how I got here.

I meant no offence, Sir.

No? Well, turns taken.

I hate to interrupt the meet and greet.

You're needed at Standard Park. Probable homicide.

Huh?

Have you just, uh...

promoted me, Mac?

Well, I've got a case debrief with the super, so aye.

Consider yourself deputised.

Uh, Monty will meet you there,

and you can take these two with ya.

[ Sighs ]

Great.

Bring your own wheels.

Forgetting something?

Thanks a lot, Bart.

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[ Vehicle door opens, closes ]

Wait here till I know what we're dealing with.

[ Police radio chatter ]

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Whoa.

Yep. It's a biggie.

- Can I get through? - You got any I.D.?

Where'd you get this-- VistaPrint?

It's okay. Let him through.

Thought soldiers were supposed to be a patient bunch.

I was Royal Military Police.

Impatience was an asset.

Uh, don't touch anything!

I know him.

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So does most of Aberdeen.

His name's Clellan Coburn.

He employs half the city, or at least he did.

I saw his show on Saturday.

He's the energy guy, right? - Mm.

Not looking very energetic now.

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

Give me that!

[ Groans ] Didn't take them long.

Dumped in plain sight, which is odd,

considering there's a big, bloody wood to hide him in.

Maybe the killer wanted him to be found.

Yeah. Thanks, Sherlock.

Looks like the primary crime scene.

Found a phone yet?

No. Not yet.

Maybe the killer took it?

What, and leaves the wallet?

Nah. Clellan lives the other side of the city.

How did he get here, and why was he brought here?

Public park at night.

Not that kind of park, Lindo.

[ Birds chirping ]

Looks pretty new.

Could belong to our killer.

- Or Coburn. - Yep.

Or anyone who just happened to drop it there.

Rerouting for you, Monty?

- I'm on day release. - [ Laughs ]

This is Davis Lindo, my new Mentee.

Our resident analyst, D.S. Simone Montrose.

Call me Monty. And, um, not an actual analyst.

I just love data.

Spotlight will be on this one, Guv.

Just the way he likes it.

Mm. Anything from the joggers?

Yeah. They found the body at 8:00 a.m.

Said they ran the same route last night around 10:00.

Saw nothing unusual.

Gives us somewhere to start a timeline.

Can't find Clellan's phone anywhere.

Who's out of the house? - Just uniforms.

They're expecting one of us at some point.

I'll head over after I've seen the Doc.

Get the incident room set up, yeah?

- Yup. - Bart, I need your next of kin

before the Twitterverse gets ahold of this.

It's always me.

Yeah, well, bad news sounds better coming from a woman.

No, it doesn't.

Just do it, Bart.

Next of kin-- who is it?

The heir apparent, of course.

What is the first question we ask in a murder enquiry?

Who has motive?

Nearly.

Who benefits?

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Clellan Coburn's obviously a big deal around here.

He's a local boy done good, isn't he?

Built his empire from nothing, created thousands of jobs,

resisted countless attempts to buy or push him out.

So yeah, Clellan Coburn's a proper man of the people,

if you believe the P.R.

And this merger with the...

Green Norwegians?

Zefel. Should have been signing the contract about now

and the death warrant for most of those rigs out there--

rigs that little brother Shay Coburn

was desperate to keep open.

He's the vice president.

But not as keen on saving the planet?

[ Sighs ] Maybe it's just a case of waste not, want not.

While the oil's still there, why shouldn't they grab it?

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[ Birds chirping ]

[ Sighs ] Crap. We're too late.

Just remember what I said, okay?

You're an observer, nothing more.

You won't even know I'm there.

Tell that to your tie.

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- Comment? - Eh, just step aside, thanks.

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

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We're looking for Mr. Coburn. Thank you.

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[ Beep ]

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Uh, Shay Coburn's office, please.

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Oh, no problem. I'll take you over.

Fellow military man. I can tell by your walk.

Yeah.

One of the first things we learn,

yet one of the hardest to unlearn.

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This way.

[ Telephone ringing ]

If you're here to tell me about my brother,

then a few thousand others have beaten you to it.

I'm very sorry for your loss Mr. Coburn,

and for the delay in getting here.

I'm Detective Sergeant Lara Bartlett.

This is my colleague,

Trainee Detective Constable Lindo.

I was expecting a more senior officer.

Cora MacMillan, perhaps?

Oh, you know DCI MacMillan?

Well, our respective positions

mean that our paths inevitably cross.

She's currently assembling the investigation team, Mr. Coburn.

The case has become her top priority.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Can I get you anything?

We're fine, thank you.

Stay if you will, please, Ewan.

That's alright, isn't it? - Of course.

Mr. Coburn, can you tell me when you last saw your brother?

Saturday, at the, uh, company Open Day.

And how did he seem?

Anything out of the ordinary?

He was cantankerous and argumentative,

spoiling for a fight.

Uh, so nothing out of the ordinary there, no.

That sounds very flippant,

but, um, it's been a very stressful time,

the merger and...

Do you know of Clellan's whereabouts yesterday?

He was here, I expect.

Security can confirm.

Did he often work Sundays?

He worked every day.

Yes. I-I was always telling him he-- he needed to slow down,

but, uh...

he, uh...

I-I'm sorry. Uh, d-do we have to do this now?

Like right now?

No. Of course not.

But we will need to speak to you again at some point.

Aye.

We'll keep you updated.

One final thing.

It's not pleasant, I'm afraid.

The body has to be formally identified

before the postmortem can be done.

You're listed as Clellan's next of kin,

but if there's another relative--

No, no. It was just us.

Uh... [ Sighs ]

I'm sorry. I-I don't think that I can face that.

I'll do it.

At least one verifier must be a family member, I'm afraid.

What do you mean, at least one?

It is a potential homicide, Mr. Coburn.

Formal identification must be made by two people.

[ Sighs ]

I think Mr. Coburn would like some privacy now.

'Course.

If you do think of anything else...

And someone will be in touch about the identification.

Once again, Mr. Coburn, we're very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

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We have a witness who saw you arguing

at the Open Day, Mr. Coburn.

Lindo...

What did you say?

Nothing. We're leaving.

- I'll walk you out. - It's okay. We know the way.

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My condolences, Mr. Coburn.

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[ Telephone ringing ]

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[ Door closes ]

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[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Seagulls crying ]

What was all that about?

"We have a witness"?!

Yes-- me!

And they were having a serious disagreement.

They're brothers. Brothers fight.

Even if I'd known they were brothers,

what I witnessed was more than sibling rivalry.

And knowing they're on opposite sides of the energy fence?

Well, one of them was going to lose big today, Bart.

I'd say dying's pretty big, Lindo.

Exactly!

The merger disappears, and the rigs keep drilling.

You said look at who benefits.

I also said you were not to speak!

Look, Lindo, if it's gonna be too tough for you

to follow basic orders,

then we're gonna have a problem.

Are we gonna have a problem?

We are not.

Good.

But did you notice how Shay Coburn

didn't ask a single question about Clellan's death--

how he died, who might have killed him?

That's odd, right?

[ Coffee pours ] - It's the shock.

He'll be extra quizzical once he's done the I.D.

Good. It's working.

- Thanks, Monty. - This is your CaseTab.

It's like a digital case file.

Statements, photos, whatever-- it all ends up on there.

It's really easy. A 4-year old could use it.

I think a 4-year old designed it.

Right. Have we found Clellan's phone yet?

Uh, he didn't own one.

Honest. I couldn't find anything registered for him.

Clellan was old-school, apparently.

Uh, no tech, no TV--

a look-you-in-the-eye, spit-and-handshake kind of guy.

How does you run a company without technology

two days before a merger?

[ Groaning ] Oh, God.

Really, Lindo?

Yes?

Shay Coburn was arguing with Clellan on Saturday,

so shouldn't we be questioning him?

We have done this before, you know?

Have we got a time of death yet?

Yeah. Doc reckons early hours of this morning.

Now, well, Shay Coburn was at a fundraiser

till at least 3:00 a.m.

I ken that 'cause I was there,

although I doubt his hangover's as bad as mine.

He could have hired someone--

that bodyguard, Ewan.

He's ex-military. Definitely capable.

Okay. He will be questioned, Lindo.

Dinnae you worry.

You see, I'm not liking this big, blank space after 8:00 p.m.

CGO Security confirms he was driven home

around 7:30 after work.

But after that though, nada.

Driver checks out.

Aye. House is pretty isolated.

You could march a brass band up that driveway

and no one would notice.

There is a guy from Saturday's demo

that we should probably take a look at.

I'll kill you first, Clellan Coburn!

That's a promise!

I like him.

He's scrappy, haphazard, like our crime scene.

Does Mr. Angry have a name?

Well, assuming he's a CGO employee,

H.R. have sent over a list,

but there's well over a thousand names on it.

[ Groans ] And we asked Clellan's solicitor's

for this will three hours ago.

Go and rattle them, will you?

Tell them it's a murder enquiry.

If we ask for something, we have to get it.

Body? - At the mortuary.

Evidence is on its way to the lab,

and that Doc is itching to dive into the PM.

Monty, let Shay Coburn know.

Oh, and best telephone voice, please.

Yep.

Oh, and, uh, while you're at it, Bart,

can you ask the solicitor to do a second I.D., please?

I mean sooner the better, eh? - Boss.

And then we'll start asking some questions. Yes, Lindo?

Yes, Boss.

[ Groans ]

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We'll just take you this way, please.

So we're clear this time.

I do not speak unless spoken to.

If I'm tempted to speak, I resist that temptation.

- In a nutshell. - [ Laughs ]

I'm really sorry, Bart,

but that's not going to happen.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Uh, L-- [ Groans ] Lindo!

- Aah! Come on, mate, let me go! - Really, there's no harm done.

It's okay. You can let him go.

Please?

- Annie Farquhar? - Yes?

D.S. Lara Bartlett,

North Eastern Murder investigation team.

And that is my colleague, Davis Lindo.

You're here for the will, I presume?

Do you mind telling us what the hell we just walked into?

That was Mr. Pruitt, one of the satellite investors.

The merger would have left

lots of CGO's longtime contractors high and dry.

Clellan offered them a chance to invest in Coburn Renewables

to soften the blow.

And now that's not happening, they want their money back?

Guy's not even cold.

It's just business.

I know that.

But their money's in escrow,

and it can't be returned until CGO's accounts are unfrozen.

Do you know when we're gonna get a death certificate?

Whenever the postmortem's done.

If you'll come and make a formal I.D.,

we can do it a lot faster.

Will Shay Coburn be there?

Possibly.

Would that be a problem?

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I suppose it doesn't matter anymore.

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Ginny, bring in the box.

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What does it say exactly?

"I, Clellan Roy Coburn of Estuary Wing View,

in order to settle the succession to my estate--"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Just skip to the winner, Bart.

Uh..."Specific Legacies.

I bequeath the entirety of my estate,

sole beneficiary, Karolina Andersen."

It's dated a month ago.

Annie Farquhar witnessed it,

and according to her, nobody else knew.

What, not even Karolina Andersen?

No one.

What's on the flash drive?

Don't know.

Neither does Annie Farquhar.

Damn. It's password-protected.

She didn't give us a password?

Clellan added it last week.

If he died before the merger, the drive would come to us.

Right. So Clellan knew he was in danger.

Or someone was after that drive.

Well, staring at me ain't gonna make the password appear.

I thought Clellan didn't do technology.

Then he got someone to help him,

someone he trusted.

Trusted as in "Here's everything I own,

plus control of my oil company"?

[ Scoffs ] Right, Mallick.

You can go and see Ms. Andersen.

- Hmm. - Oh. Come on, Boss.

She's our lead. [ Cellphone vibrates ]

All you did was pick up a box.

Yep?

Hey, Monty, is that a logo?

Let me enhance it.

I thought that was a CGO guy.

Part-time job to top up the wages?

TBS...

The Bodach Stone?

Aye. Trust you to know the classy joints, eh, Bart?

Why don't you go and see if they know our Mr. Angry?

Can you not put a uniform on it?

Aye, I could.

But I'm asking you to do it, so...

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[ Seagulls crying ]

You and Mallick?

There's no me and Mallick.

We came through training together.

He's a Detective inspector now.

Only just.

It's a healthy rivalry. That's all.

You must have had similar yourself.

What about you and your dad, eh?

RMP versus JCP.

Jamaican Constabulary Police no less.

Yeah. I know what it is.

He's pretty high up from what I read.

Uh... might have done a Google.

Due diligence.

You've got a ticket.

And you don't want to talk about your dad.

Got it.

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Manager about?

How do you know I'm not the manager?

Lucky guess.

Manager, please.

Isla, but she's not here.

She visits her Frank on Mondays.

- Prison? - Cemetery.

We're looking for one of your colleagues.

Nah. Doesn't work here.

Sorry.

Why's he wearing one of those shirts?

I didn't introduce myself.

I'm Davis--

Davis Lindo.

Hannah Coutts.

Like the bank, not the birds.

[ Both chuckling ]

And, uh...

he still doesn't work here.

Really?

What'd you want him for, anyway?

Protesting isn't illegal.

But murder is.

Murder?!

Nice one, Lindo.

King Coburn--

you think that Rory Dashford killed him?

Oh, I thought you didn't know him?

You asked if he worked here, not if I knew him.

Was Mr. Dashford in here last night?

No idea. I wasn't on.

He'll be in later, though.

Always is after work.

That's why we gave him a shirt--

'cos he's in here more than us.

And he works at CGO?

The refinery, yeah.

You gonna arrest him?

No one's being arrested.

Come on.

Hey, wait.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Oh. For the Hall of Fame.

[ Birds chirping, dog barking ]

A most peculiar day.

Yeah, not the one you were expecting.

No. Certainly not.

Such tragic circumstances Froeken Andersen.

It's just Karolina.

It just doesn't seem real.

Please.

[ Chime ]

Do you have a suspect?

Enquiries are at a very... early stage.

Keeping our options open.

Of course.

And what about you?

As I've said, the hotel can confirm

I never left the building since my lunchtime walk yesterday.

I meant do you have a suspect?

Are you asking me to point fingers?

Well, you just asked us to.

Well, you're better equipped.

It's your city, not mine.

I will say, though, that Clellan seemed a bit...

merkelig...

Strange-- he seemed a bit strange.

He wasn't his usual bonhomie.

Was something troubling him?

On an eve of such a big deal,

I'd be surprised if there wasn't.

I don't know. It was just something I noticed.

Clellan should be here right now,

celebrating a great success.

Instead, we are facing his greatest fear.

What do you mean, his greatest fear?

His brother, of course.

Clellan feared Shay?

It's the company Clellan feared for.

Shay's not a businessman. Never was.

He styles himself as this maverick risk taker,

but really he's just a poker player

gambling with his brother's money.

And Clellan was a pushover.

It was his biggest, perhaps only flaw.

We have a word for people like him in Norway--

toffelhelt.

It was Mark Twain who said that there's only two things in life

that are for certain-- death and taxes.

There is a third.

That with Shay Coburn in charge,

CGO will disappear long before oil ever does.

Hmm. Shay Coburn isn't in charge.

You are.

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That's him. That's Rory Dashford.

Rory?

Rory!

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[ Engine revs ]

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[ Groaning ]

Jesus! You trying to kill me?!

Calm down, Rory.

If you two are quite done.

Lemme go.

Hey.

what's this all about? Eh?

It's a shame I've only got the one pair.

Come on. Let's get this over with.

Rory Dashford,

I am arresting you under Section 1

of the Criminal Justice for Scotland Act for murder.

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[ Car door opens ]

[ Car door closes ]

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Everything?

Lock stock and every 42-gallon barrel.

I mean, Clellan and I had talked many times

about many things, but never about that.

You sure?

I mean, it must've been pretty personal,

to make him leave you his entire estate.

Oh, I didn't make Clellan do anything.

Persuade, then. - Ha.

Gosh, how very disappointing.

Do you know how often I have to put up

with insinuations like that?

Every time I walk into a room,

it's in every glare, every whisper.

Not just the men. Women, too.

But as an innovator,

do you know what I find more offensive

than the actual comment itself, Detective?

It's the lack of imagination.

See I'm not paid to have an imagination.

I'm paid to find the facts.

Did you have a sexual relationship

with Clellan Coburn?

No, I didn't.

Clellan did leave one other bequest.

To us, actually.

A flash drive.

We're trying to trace who gave it to him.

Okay, I don't know what you're talking about.

But instead of focusing on who benefits from Clellan's death,

why don't you look at those who doesn't?

Hm, yeah hell hath no fury like a brother scorned.

Is it so hard to believe Shay knew about the will?

He has eyes everywhere.

Let us worry about Shay Coburn

I wanted the merger to happen. I wanted it passionately.

Why would I kill Clellan

Because maybe you knew about the will, too?

You also knew Clellan came with baggage.

Yeah, and if there's no Clellan.

there's no baggage.

You have complete control now of both companies.

All you need to do is update the paperwork,

throw in a clause removing Shay.

You're done and dusted by Friday.

Hm. you make a strong case.

The facts make the case.

Well, then allow me to correct one.

There was no baggage because Shay wasn't supposed to be

a part of Coburn Renewables.

The removal clause was already in there.

And Clellan agreed to it?

It was Clellan's idea.

[ Siren wailing ]

Gov's still out.

He's gonna quiz Rory in the morning.

Did you have to arrest him, Bart?

He ran.

Beautiful, look.

When I'm ready.

I tell ya' Cora,

a bit of sensitivity would be appreciated.

"Rory Dashford,

It's all over social media.

That bloody barmaid.

It-- It just kinda slipped out.

You know what else is slipping? Your credibility.

Shay Coburn saw it, didn't he?

The whole flippin world saw it.

You know, and that's the second time today

Shay's been at the bottom of our call list.

Although I may have got on his case about IDing his brother.

What, he's still not done it?

No.

No, and Doc Gavin's that impatient,

he's probably committing his own murder

just so he's got something to cut up.

[ Sighs ] Look, mistakes are fine,

as long as we're learning lessons from them, yes?

- Yes, Boss. - Yes, Boss.

Now, you've only got Dashford for 24 hours.

Do your homework first.

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[ Yawns ]

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[ Beeping ]

Sorry. I'm never late. Never.

Read your notes on Karolina Andersen.

Clellan was about to drop Shay?

We should bring him in?

Twenty-four hours you've been here, Soldier,

and you think you can run the place?

Sit down, have a nap, be a good little rookie.

[ Beeping, door opens ]

[ Door closes, beeping ]

The most serious thing on Rory's record is petty theft.

Well, maybe he's stepping things up

To first degree murder?

Look at him, he's terrified.

Wouldn't you be?

Honestly, not if I was guilty.

No.

No comment.

It's not a no-comment question, Rory, okay?

No comment.

Suit yourself, but if you do want a solicitor, let us know.

Alright?

- No comment. - OK, look.

This "no comment" crap might work on the telly,

but in real life?

Not a good look.

Not when you're banged to rights on camera,

threatening to kill a guy who then actually gets killed.

It's time to start talking, Rory.

- I cant. - You can.

No, no. Really. I mean, I can't.

The whole night is a blank. - [ Scoffs ]

Look, whatever happened to Coburn,

I had nothing to do with it.

Well, how do you know? Well, if the night was a--

a blank.

[ Scoffs ] You're gonna fit me up for this.

Aren't you?

I mean, you're fitting yourself up.

Look, You probably wouldn't be sitting there now

if you hadn't have run.

So why did you, if you're innocent?

Because you lot called me a killer on the internet.

[ Door opens ]

For the purposes of the D.I.R.,

Detective Chief Inspector MacMillan

has just entered the room.

Mallick, got five?

Definitely.

Interview suspended at 09:45.

[ Beep ]

That boy is no more Clellan Coburn's killer

than I am.

[ Beeping, door opens ]

[ Door closes, beeping ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Door opens, beeping ] - You're not serious.

About Rory?

I'm serious about all suspects.

He's only in there because he ran,

and he only ran because of something we--

I did.

No, Rory's in there because he threatened

to kill Clellan Coburn - Ah.

It's just too easy, isn't it?

The Rorys of this world.

Meaning?

There's two actual suspects out there,

but we're not going nowhere near them.

Why? Because they're important?

Influential? Powerful?

What's more important than finding the truth?

Be very careful with the next words out of your mouth.

Rory Dashford and others like him,

we put them in pathetic,

paper suits every time they shout a bit too loud.

Because Rory's not important. Rory hasn't got influence,

and Rory hasn't got power.

But he has got DNA--

tons of it, all over the key,

along with another unidentified strand.

♪

So you've heard of the three strikes rule?

I have boss.

Well, this is your second.

And if you think I'm kidding, then you're welcome to try me.

♪

You see, this is my team, Lindo,

and you're privileged to be on it.

So if I hear crap like that again, I will drop you.

Understood?

♪

Boss.

♪

Heard you were down here.

If MacMillan had her way, I'd be halfway across the Atlantic,

cuffed to a food trolley.

In a paper suit.

I'm sorry, Bart.

I don't know what that was about.

It wasn't personal.

I know, because you don't know me.

When I was a rookie, took me two months to open my mouth.

But I'm not a rookie, though.

I've been doing this for ten years.

Different battlefields.

Look, no one thinks you're stupid.

Stop treating us like we are.

You left these in the Obs room.

Thanks.

You coming or what?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Ah. Here they are, Poster Boy and Supergirl.

Actually, I think I'll just head home.

Ah, permission denied.

...The life and tenure of Clellan Coburn,

as local residents come to terms with the news

of his shocking and untimely death.

Growing up, when somebody close died,

we'd celebrate the life and joy of the person--

the whole family, friends, telling stories.

Telling stories, plenty of food, rum, and music.

We called it nine night.

I wonder if anyone's doing that for Clellan Coburn tonight?

Clellan.

Clellan.

Who died when you were growing up?

My mother.

How old were you?

- 14. - Oof.

I'm so sorry. - Private party? Hm?

- Oh, just winding down, gov. - Aye. So are we.

Don't you wanna come over and bond with your new regiment?

Maybe we can find some. what-d'-ya-call-it,

commonality.

I'm just having the one. Thanks.

Whatever floats your helicopter, solider.

RMP.

What's that?

Royal. Military. Police. Gov.

[ Laughs ]

What is your problem? Eh?

No one's got a problem, gov.

Oh, you speaking for him now?

I'm gonna catch up. Thanks for the drink and...

just thanks.

That's right, run away.

Heard you're quite good at that.

♪

♪

[ Seagulls cawing ]

What did the gov mean

about you being quite good at running away?

What does Google say?

Don't tempt me.

Maybe the gov thinks leaving the army

and comin' here was running away?

And was it?

I just want to be a detective.

Why did you follow me?

See what you were following.

Just a hunch.

We need to speak to Isla Breck.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Aye, Rory was here all night on Sunday.

Right 'till last orders?

No, I mean, he was here all night.

He slept on my couch. I live upstairs.

That a regular thing?

Only when he gets so drunk he blacks out.

[ Scoffs ]

You think I'm irresponsible, don't you?

Letting him get in such a state.

We're not here to judge.

Rory's got demons.

I don't know what they are, but he's going to drink,

regardless.

If I let him do it here, at least he's safe.

I have proof, detectives.

♪

[ Clicking ]

Got it.

What's the timestamp on that?

♪

7:12.

And that's him leaving, 10:04 Monday morning.

♪

He was definitely wearing the same clothes.

You sure he couldn't have slipped out during the night

and returned without you knowing?

Only place Rory Dashford slipped that night

was into his own unconsciousness.

♪

We're gonna need a copy of that tape.

♪

[ Clears throat ] Alright.

Wait.

This does mean Rory's cleared, right?

You're gonna release him?

We'll assess what you've given us,

along with the other evidence.

What other evidence?

There can't be any.

He wasn't there.

He didn't do it.

We can't discuss that, I'm afraid.

Thanks for your time Mrs. Breck.

♪

♪

Do you believe her?

Even if I did, it still doesn't explain Rory's key

at the crime scene.

There's no trace of him on anything else though.

Gloves, Lindo.

We should test his clothes.

They're bagged at the station, right?

Yes, they're being tested, obviously.

Why do you think we put him in the paper suit?

Oh. Apart from wanting to dehumanise him, obviously.

We should tell Mallick, at least.

No chance.

You saw the state of him earlier.

Imagine what he'll be like now.

[ Sighs ] Go home, Lindo.

Get some rest.

We'll update everyone in the morning.

Safety in numbers.

Safety from what?

♪

You cant be serious, Bart.

Ted Bundy had better alibis than that.

CCTV's useless, alright?

It's watching the front.

Dashford could've just slipped out the back.

He wasn't capable of going anywhere

according to Isla Breck.

Well, if Rory did sneak out,

his phone stayed in Isla Breck's flat.

We got his data back.

At least his phone's got an alibi, eh, Bart?

Sorry? Am I doing this myself?

This was your hunch.

- Trying to think before I speak. - Right.

Shay Coburn on the Wonder Board please, Monty,

quick as you like.

Ah. So, two whole days and he still hasn't

identified his own brother?

Maybe he's afraid of what the doc's gonna find.

Hm. That's what I'm beginning to think.

Maybe we have afforded him too much respect.

Right, the High-Tech Crime Unit--

what're they doing with that flash drive?

We're in a queue. They're thankful for our patience,

and our customer is very important to them.

And the mystery DNA on the key?

What about Isla Breck?

W-Who's Isla Breck now?

She runs Rory's local.

She alibi'd him for Sunday night.

And did you get her DNA?

No.

We were off duty.

You're never off duty in a murder case.

Your pockets should be stuffed with swab kits.

Now go on, incriminate her or eliminate her.

I don't care which.

[ Sighs ] Not you as well.

Why? Who else was asking for her?

Didn't get a name.

Came in an hour ago and whisked her off for a long lunch.

Can you describe him?

Her.

30s, blonde, labels all over the place.

Had a bit of an accent.

Yeah, that's her.

♪

Well, [sighs] something's going on with them, gov.

Lindo.

Listen, we're five minutes from Andersen's hotel.

Uh, no. Look, we've got to tread carefully.

What? Like we have with Shay Coburn?

Look, Bart, if Andersen has been holding back

and she knows we know, she'll be on the first plane

to Oslo and we'll never see her again.

It's Stavanger, gov.

I don't care if its Timbuktu.

She's not leaving Aberdeen.

We could lose both of them if we don't move now.

Right, well, drive over if you have to, but you stay outside.

Do not enter that hotel

and do not attempt to engage with Karolina Andersen.

That's an order.

Gov.

♪

[ Sighs ] How does it take an hour to get here?

Maybe Karolina and Isla are, uh, you know.

What? An item?

Just trying to think of anything that might link them.

The three main motives for murder--

money, sex, revenge.

A lot of that going off in the army, was there?

Well, not so much the money.

How would they meet, anyway, Isla and Karolina?

I mean, they're from completely different worlds.

Yeah, this is 2022, Bart.

And there is Isla Breck.

♪

The person you're calling can't take your call

at the moment. - Ah, damn it, Mallick!

- We're not just gonna sit here. - You heard him. Stay put.

Bart, come on!

You're on your third strike, remember.

He said not to approach Andersen.

I know.

Didn't say anything about Isla.

♪

Okay, Lindo, but my way.

♪

Slow down. We don't want to alert her.

I know how to follow a suspect, Lindo.

♪

What the...

- No. - Bart.

No. No. No.

Lindo! [ Woman screaming ]

Lindo!

3 Delta Echo 7, this is DS Bartlett,

North Eastern M.I.T.

I need a response unit to the Windmill Green now!

- Detective! - Abduction in progress.

Confirm one hostage.

Repeat, confirm one hostage.

Sit-Rep update-- confirm two hostages.

Repeat, confirm two hostages.

Davis!

Lindo!

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Lindo!

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Lindo!

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