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Jamaica is not the place for me.

Ten years with the Royal Military Police?

I know him. He's the energy guy, right?

- His name's Clellan Coburn. - Kill you first Clellan Coburn!

That's a promise!

Whatever happened to Coburn, I had nothing to do with it.

- Who's Isla Breck now? - She runs Rory's local...

I bequeath the entirety of my estate to Carolina Andersen

We saw you arguing.

That's right, run away.

Heard you're quite good at that.

Ah! Lindo!

Ah...

I just sent you over a van reg...

can you cheque it for me?

Yup, thanks.

Lindo, are you sure you're okay?

I'm fine.

I just hope Isla is too.

Who was that you was fighting with over there?

Oh pff, that lot, it's not like the thing's still on fire?

All I wanted was a quick snap...

We didn't find anyone else in there.

But we've got half of Scotland out searching for them.

What about Isla's phone?

Nah.

Ah, it's probably somewhere in that lot...

Lindo!

Phones can be replaced, people can't.

You gave us a real fright back there!

Even the gov was worried.

Where is he?

Reading the Riot Act to Karolina Andersen.

What happened in there?

It's still a little hazy.

You know you're gonna have to give a full statement.

Did you get a closer look at the driver's face?

I was trapped in a hot, dark box, Bart,

t'was all I could do to stay on my feet.

Maybe he...

crashed on purpose?

No.

I don't know, I don't think so.

Lindo, are you...?

Ah, I'm fine...

It's nothing.

Probably the adrenaline.

Hm.

Yup.

Really?

Okay, yep, yep, thanks.

- The Van Plate? - Yeah.

And it's not just any old van-- it's a CGO van.

But Rory Dashford's in custody.

So he's workin' with someone else?

Or he's not involved at all, a CGO Van, Bart...

Shay Coburn?

Well you've had quite enough excitement for one day.

Besides, even if Karolina Andersen

hasn't wielded the axe just yet, Shay Coburn isn't at work.

Why?

Where is he?

The Mortuary.

Yes, that's Clellan Coburn, my brother.

Thanks for that, Shay.

I know that must've been difficult.

I appreciate you coming in.

I had two of your team doorstepping me

in the elevator I didn't have much choice.

It was me that didn't have any choice.

You know the first 48 hour in an investigation

like this, they're critical.

I wasn't prepared to hang about any longer.

At least now we can get on with the Postmortem.

You get the other ID?

Had it since Monday.

Oh, erm, who was it?

Was it Ewan McClure?

He works for me.

Doesn't matter who it was.

What's important is that we don't waste any more time,

so if you'll follow me back to the station

and we can have a chat.

Oh, pff, it's all uh,

it's too overwhelming, Cora, uhh...

I don't even feel

like it's sunk in yet.

I know, look, it's just a wee chat, Shay.

In, out, done.

I need to meet with the board

and they need to know what's going on,

everything now is, on my shoulders.

Is that more important than catching your brother's killer?

Hm?

This way, Miss Andersen.

As I said, one meeting hardly constitutes

a relationship, business or otherwise.

What was the meeting about?

It's confidential.

Look, someone just snatched Isla off the street,

threw her in a van and drove away.

And with one of my officers too.

What are you talking about? Come on, give me something.

You can't seriously believe that Isla

is involved in Clellan's murder?

I didn't say anything about a murder.

And you haven't answered the question.

Look, what happened to Isla is obviously terrible

but it has nothing to do with our meeting.

No-one even knew we were having one

Well someone knew she was at your hotel.

Maybe she was followed.

Look I'm sorry, detective, you're looking for answers

I simply can't give you.

Can't?

Or won't?

Look I don't give a damn about your confidentiality, Karolina.

A woman's life is at stake.

Does that really mean so little to you?

I'm not completely heartless!

Prove it.

Why were you meeting with Isla Breck?

You know I promised I'd get you admitted for at least a week.

Promised who?

Everyone.

Alright not everyone, just Mallick.

It's just a few scratches.

I've had much worse than this.

Oh aye, don't tell me, firefight in Hellmond.

Close...

Ambush in Kabul.

Spent a month at the medibase

and another five at Frimley Park.

No more Hospitals.

Not ever.

[ Phone vibrates ]

Get that will ye?

I might have to arrest myself.

- It's Macmillian. - Mhm?

"We have Shay Coburn at the station".

Ah! Forget it, Lindo!

Observation room's as far as you're getting.

Two million?

- Yes. - Pounds?

- Yeah. - To Isla Breck?

Clellan was supposed to approach her

after the merger was signed.

Obviously that didn't happen,

so when you told me about the will,

I realised I could still make good on his wishes.

So I approached Isla instead,

and that's why she was in my hotel room.

That's an honourable thing to do.

No, it's the right thing to do.

Inheritance or no inheritance

it's still Clellan's money to me.

He obviously meant for some of it to go to Isla.

But why?

Compensation-- or should I say proper compensation--

For the accident that killed Isla's husband.

Accident?

[ Beeping ]

- Code's been changed. - Oh, Jesus.

Monty. - How's Lindo?

He's over at Everett giving his statement.

He should be in Hospital. Or at home?

Tried. Failed.

Well the Gov's still at the postmortem

and the boss is in there with Coburn.

- Any news on Isla? - No, but...

we have got this.

Karolina Andersen tipped us onto it.

Crushed to death... in a rig accident?

Isla's husband.

Now that is what I call a link.

Right, we going in or what?

[ Beep, unlocks ]

CGO operate hundreds of vehicles.

Aye, well we're only interested in one.

That one.

I've over two thousand employees, Cora.

You can't expect me to know what each one of them is doing.

This is the violent abduction not just of Isla Breck,

but of one of my officers.

In broad daylight.

By someone driving a CGO van.

Two days after your brother is murdered.

For the last time, I don't deal with bloody vans!

Ah look I'm sorry, but this is--

It's alright.

Look, we talked to your Transport department.

So they gave us a list of everyone that's er...

authorised to drive this particular van.

And one of those was a friend of yours,

Ewan MacClure.

He's not a friend, he's an employee.

He's an ex-military one-man tank,

more than capable of shoving a woman into a van,

so we need to find him.

Now.

Do you know where he is?

I'm not his mother.

Hm, but he's close enough for you to think

he'd ID'd your brother earlier?

Ewan MacClure does a job, and I pay him for it.

That's it.

Aye.

although nobody seems to care what that 'job' is?

See, he's been in Aberdeen, for what? Three years?

Straight outta' discharge, walks into a job at CGO

and he's been joined to your hip ever since.

I don't know what you're saying here,

you seem to be insinuating something.

What... what is it? - I'm insinuating

that it was Ewan MacClure who kidnapped

Isla Breck and my officer,

and he was doing so on your orders.

What the hell, Cora?!

You can't speak to me like that.

I have to ask you again, Shay.

Are you sure you don't know Isla Breck?

I've come voluntarily and I've co-operated fully.

But we're done now.

If you want to speak to me again, I suggest you...

you contact my solicitor.

Your Mr. MacClure could've been driving that van...

and he's awol.

Why didn't the boss tell Shay

that we knew about Frank Breck?

Because I was trying to catch him out in a lie.

Boss, about what happened,

there was a threat to life I thought I could save her.

I know why you did it. Am I happy about it?

No, of course I'm bloody not.

But you're alright, thank God,

so I'll be parking that Third Strike, for now

if that's what 's worrying ya'.

Have you given your statement?

Just finished.

Then go home, Lindo, get some rest.

Think about what a close call you had today...

on all counts.

[ Beep, door unlocks ]

[ Door closes ]

Sorry, Doc.

Traffic was murder.

Very droll.

Where are we at?

These burns I suspect are from being dragged across the ground,

not from being tied up.

Knots were quite loose, one-handed bowlines,

if I'm not mistaken.

Same on his ankles.

Just enough to restrain him then?

Yes.

If he'd lived, it would've...

marks would've faded by now.

No defensive wounds anywhere, or signs of a struggle,

which usually means one of two things.

Compliance, or chemicals.

What, you think he was drugged?

Toxicology will enlighten us at some point, I'm sure.

Well I was hoping for a swifter cause of death, Doc.

I'm sure he was, too!

Sorry, Mallick, but without a decent stab wound,

a gunshot, or even a common

or garden blunt force trauma to go off,

I could be here a while I'm afraid.

Give me a time of death at least.

Around one AM, monday morning...

give or take.

[ Phone rings ]

The person you're calling

can't take your call at the moment.

Please leave your message, after the tone.

You can record your message by pressing hash.

The agreement was that we keep a sensible distance,

not for you to disappear altogether!

You will phone me.

God help you, if you don't.

Thanks for the ride.

Oh, hang on.

Probably need charging.

Thanks.

You...

want to come in?

I've waited days to come and have a nose around, Lindo.

What'd you think?

What'd you think of your accommodation?

It's better than the barracks.

Your mum's very beautiful.

She wanted me to be a cricketer.

She named me after her favourite fast bowler, Winston Davis.

Sounds like you were close.

I was an only child.

Mmm, explains a lot.

Ah, she ah...

she gave me this, when I left for the army.

It's a mala, for protection.

Tell her she needs a refund...

ah...

sorry.

Say it, Bart, it's why you're here.

Okay, it was reckless, what you did today.

It was instinctive.

It was stupid, you're on your third strike remember?

Don't think that's gonna help you.

I'm alright, Bart.

Ah, just...

get some rest OK?

Scottish Breakfast Tea and Coffee Take Away

See...

everyone caves eventually.

You can thank me later.

[ Horn honks ]

My partner.

Right...

I better not keep her waiting.

Sure. [ Horn honks ]

Patient isn't she?

Thank you.

[ Ding, door closes ]

Everything alright?

You've already asked me that.

You never answered.

We're driving.

[ Tapping ]

Oh Jesus, Lindo, are you gonna drink that or what?

Ahhh...

[ Burps ]

[ Laughs ]

Sorry.

Me too,

about yesterday.

Which bit?

Don't push it.

Can I just ask you something?

And you can tell me to mind my own business if you want.

I won't.

But I know what you're going to ask,

and I don't really want to go back there, if that's OK.

Kabul?

Oh... No.

Actually, it was about your Dad.

Why don't you have any pictures of him, at your place?

He's camera shy.

He's one of the top brass in the Jamaican Police

that's an occupational hazard.

I... I know what he does, Bart.

Sorry.

Sore subject.

[ Siren wails ]

Er...

what's he doing here?

I'm fine,

I want to work.

Don't be a martyr, Lindo.

If you need time, take more time.

I'm watching him.

Aye, me too.

Alright Doc Gavin, how's he leaning on the cause of death?

Heart attack?

But he won't commit until the Tox comes back.

There were also sleeping pills at Clellan's nightstand,

which may explain the lack of a struggle.

So maybe it was an accidental death

after a botched kidnapping?

No, we treat this as a homicide

until the evidence shows otherwise, OK?

Nothing on Isla yet?

A few reported sightings overnight but they weren't her.

Are you sure she didn't mention anything

on that wee joyride of yours, Lindo?

Sorry, Boss.

Yeah well someone's keeping secrets, talking of secrets...

Monty?

Frank Breck, Isla's late husband.

She's got pictures of him all over her apartment.

Yet she 'forgot' to mention he died

on a CGO rig when you were questioning her.

She also neglected to mention

that Clellan was about to give her two million quid.

So maybe Isla discovered something about the accident,

felt she'd been short-changed, extorted Clellan for more money?

It's a bit stupid to kill him before she's got the cash boss.

Guys, look,

Frank Breck died September the 12th, 2011.

Clellan Coburn died September 12th.

And we don't believe in the C-word, do we?

Right, Bart, you and Lindo get over to Isla's,

see if the SEs have missed anything.

But be discreet, okay?

And you...

Go and dig a bit deeper with Karolina.

Take a big-boy shovel with ya' this time eh?

Didn't your lot get what they needed yesterday?

We just want to be thorough.

Word is Isla's in some kind of trouble...

is it all mixed up in that murder...

Clellan Coburn?

Sorry, Hannah, we're not allowed to talk

about active investigations.

I'm sure Isla's gonna be very grateful to you,

when she gets back. - If she gets back.

She'd be back a lot sooner if you just let us get on.

What?

So no news on Isla Breck I take it?

Not yet,

but we're hoping you can help with that.

How intriguing.

This 'extra compensation' that Clellan was so keen to pay Isla.

And you want to know why now?

Among other things.

What other things?

Well we know there was an initial settlement.

Yes, the twenty five thousand.

Twenty five... hah...

I mean that's...

Appaling? Insulting? I know.

So this two-mill was, what, a balancing payment?

Or has Clellan's guilty conscience

been paying Isla Breck for the whole eleven years?

Clellan may have been a very rich man, Mr. Mallick,

but he wasn't Bill Gates.

He discovered an injustice

and sought to correct it. That's all.

Hah, 'Discovered'?

You're telling me that Clellan didn't know

that his own company had paid out on that accident?

I'm telling you no such thing.

I wasn't there.

You think the money is the reason Isla is missing?

Whoever took Isla may have thought

she was here collecting it.

Well that's unlikely.

She only knew after I told her,

and that was a couple of hours after,

and she didn't speak or see anyone while she was here.

Is there anything you can think of

that might help us find Isla Breck?

Or explain why anyone would take her?

You mean skeletons?

You must have done due diligence on Isla Breck

before even considering handing her such a large sum.

You're right. I did exactly that,

when Clellan told me what he was going to do.

I've given my everything into this company and this man

and he was about to give a small fortune to a woman

I knew absolutely nothing about.

But I found nothing untoward.

There was no other payments,

no 'creative' accounting or hidden war chests,

there was absolutely nothing out of place.

Clellan was just trying to do the right thing.

Better late than never I suppose.

Perhaps he just wanted to start over a clean slate.

Isla Breck must have thought Christmas has come early!

I apologise, Detective.

I've probably given you more questions than answers?

There is one you can definitely answer for me.

You've known for, uh, four days

now that you're Clellan's sole beneficiary.

So why hasn't anyone told Shay Coburn?

He's still lording it up at CGO

thinking he quite literally-- he owns the place.

A very wise man once told me:

'Ikke selg skinnet for bjornen er skutt.'

Don't sell the skin, before the bear has been shot.

Was it Clellan Coburn?

No, it was my father.

I meant the bear.

- Bart! - Yeah?

This whole place is a shrine.

Maybe Isla did still have a grudge against CGO.

Looks like I learnt something from my Daddy after all.

Last place a burglar would look, right?

Our search teams need more training.

Bit stalkerish.

Find anythin' useful?

What do you know about Isla's husband

Frank?

Not a lot.

But you know he worked at CGO?

Died in an accident on one of their rigs?

Everyone knows that.

What's really going on?!

- Isla's missing. - Ugh.

No she's not.

It'd have been on the news. - I'm telling you the truth.

She was taken yesterday, not long after we saw you.

Taken as in, kidnapped?

By who?! Why? - Hannah.

If there's anything you know that could help us find her?

People she was close to, someone she trusted?

Isla keeps herself to herself, always has.

What about her?

Do you know her?

Never seen her before.

We need to go.

Wait.

I think there was someone.

What sort of someone?

Like...

a secret boyfriend maybe?

This boyfriend got a name?

No...

and I don't even know if I'm right,

but she's always having whispery conversations on the phone

and if she saw me watching she'd either shoo me away

or hang up really quickly.

Bet he's married.

Thanks, Hannah, we'll er, take a look at it.

You realise this is already all over Twitter, right?

You always think the worst of people.

Yeh, it's my job.

At least one of us is thinking like a detective,

Isla's toothbrush.

Still need a match for that mystery DNA, remember?

Isla and Frank, they look happy, carefree.

You think Isla could have gone to this friend, here?

Maybe.

But if we don't know who she is,

then...

Come on.

You found this where?

Isla's flat.

This is Isla Cafferty, as she was, around 15 years old,

Young Frank Breck, 20, and their friend,

also around 15?

Frank marries Isla, when she was 17.

Everything's hunkydory for around 20 years

until a big chunk of machinery fell on Frank's head.

As riveting as this jaunt down memory lane is,

how does it help us?

The girl is clearly a close friend.

Isla may have gone to her.

Oh? Does she have a time machine?

Because that picture is older than Bart.

If we keep tracking everyone Isla Breck's known

since the 1980s, we'll be here forever.

Hm, Mallick's right, Lindo.

Let's just stick to what we know, okay?

This accident...

is ringing bells but not quite as loud as they should.

September 12th, 2011.

The media would've been full of storeys

coverin' the tenth anniversary of the Twin Towers.

A good day to bury bad news, you mean?

Even local media barely blinked,

though, which is unusual.

No external enquiry, not even an official report.

You think CGO just covered it up?

No, health and safety would've been all over that.

Well, there's nothing here.

Wait. Shay Coburn was Head of Production

at the time of the accident.

That's more hands on than Vice President, right?

Oh, that's actual work, Lindo.

Schedules, budgets... oh...

and health and safety.

So if something went wrong on his watch...

Curtains.

And not just for Shay.

Nepotism's great when you're on the way up,

but a mistake like that?

Brings the whole family down.

So maybe Clellan did cover it up,

and Isla found out.

So she sends Rory to go put the frighteners on him,

extract more cash, but Rory goes too far.

Clellan could've warned Shay that Isla was onto them,

that's the argument you saw.

So when Clellan ends up dead,

Shay knows it's Isla, and now he wants an eye for an eye.

Rory Dashford couldn't frighten a lamb.

What if Isla used someone else?

Hannah Coutts said that Isla had a 'secret boyfriend'.

What if it wasn't a boyfriend, but an accomplice?

Nah.

We should get Shay Coburn back in while we can, Mac?

What'd you mean "while we can?"

Once Doc Gavin issues that death certificate,

probate's gonna get started on the will,

and when Shay finds out he's not in it...

Boom.

Although this doesn't do us any favours with Dashford.

His clothes have came back.

Not a trace of Clellan Coburn on them.

Right, and the custody clock's ran down as well,

you're gonna have to release him.

But don't worry, I won't let him disappear on us.

Okay?

I donno hot to say this Rory, but...

- They can't just sack me?! - They've let you go.

- No they can't, they-- - All this with the Police?

The Police have let me go!

- I'm sorry, Rory. - I'm innocent!

I'm sure ye are! But...

ah... I'm sorry.

I've gotta go. - Mate...

Sorry, mate, but I've gotta go.

Bye, Rory.

You look like you needed that.

Thanks.

Do you know why we wanted to talk to you?

Aye, it's about Isla Breck?

What happened yesterday.

- Her abduction. - Yeah.

And the abduction of one of my officers.

Yeah. And, I want to help you.

I want to talk.

I wouldn't have walked in here if I didn't, right?

But I've got to look out for myself though, haven't I?

Are you admitting responsibility?

I'm admitting nothing till I get some assurances.

Well you're hardly in any position to be bargaining Ewan.

Well I've just told you I want to help.

Things have gone too far now, this isn't what I signed up for.

But I...I need protection.

Well, the Procurator Fiscal will decide

whether or not to prosecute you, mate.

I need protection from him.

From who?

Shay Coburn?

I'm not going to incriminate myself,

not if it means he gets away with...

with everything he's done.

Everythin'?

Well it's... it's not just yesterday, is it?

It's...

it's the whole lot.

The...

murder!

It's such a mess.

It's alright.

Look, let us help clear things up then yeah?

Ahhhh... I'll talk to that soldier, eh...

the one who came to CGO.

I've got to trust someone, right?

Well, he's the closest I think I'm gonna get.

He's the one I'll speak to.

No-one else.

Sure about this, Mac?

Nope.

Interview commencing at thirteen twenty-one.

Present in the room is DS Lara Bartlett,

DC Davis Lindo interviewing Ewan Macclure.

Go ahead, Corporal.

It was me

who took Isla Breck.

But I was carrying out orders, from Shay Coburn.

That's to the point.

I just want this over with.

I can't do it anymore.

Do what?

The things he keeps asking me to do.

You've worked for Shay Coburn for three years,

right after you left the military?

More or less.

Why Aberdeen?

What'd you mean?

After you left the Military.

Thirteen years service, then you move here,

not back to Dunfermline.

Why not Glasgow or Edinburgh, or anywhere else?

Why move at all?

Why's he slowing it down? The guy wants to confess.

Shhh.

I needed a change of scenery.

Isobel died, so...

Isobel?

My mother, for want of a better word.

So you weren't close then...

What about your father?

Not in the picture.

Didn't even have a picture, or a name.

And the Military was my family.

Hm. I get that.

Structure, discipline, rules.

And rules are important.

Especially in the Military.

People can die if rules are broken.

Yeh.

Does Shay Coburn have rules?

Oh, yeah.

And that's what I liked.

No grey areas, no confusion.

This is your job, just do it and do it well.

- So what is this job exactly? - Eh...

at first, lots of manual stuff, at one of the refineries.

Uh. Lifting, fetching, carrying.

I never saw Shay.

Then one day I broke up a fight between some of the kids,

word must have got back that I could handle myself.

Next thing I know, I'm in Shay's office,

being kitted out as his 'driver'.

Of course, there was a lot more to it than driving.

Such as what?

Do I really need to spell it out?

Just trying to paint the picture here.

Well, everyone knows Shay's reputation, right?

But you're new, so maybe you don't.

I used to think he was just playing at being the bigshot,

throwing his weight around, showing everyone who's boss,

and I'd be the muscle, obviously,

whenever people weren't playing ball.

What kind of people?

Anyone he was getting into bed with.

Shay... Shay's all about the money.

Any corner he can cut, any deal he can make

which serves himself, he'll do it.

But to make those kinds of deals,

he's gotta get with some dangerous people.

I knew it would catch up to him eventually.

As soon as Clellan decided to push that merger,

I knew that was the end for Shay.

Are you saying that Shay Coburn murdered his brother?

He told me it was Isla Breck.

And why did he think that?

He said she'd got a hold of some damaging information

about an accident.

Frank Breck.

Her... her husband, aye.

Er... Shay said she was blackmailing Clellan,

that she'd go to the press with this 'damaging' information

unless he paid her a tonne of money.

I guess Clellan said no, and then he turns up dead.

And Shay wanted payback.

Any normal person would go to the Police

which is what I suggested.

But all he could think about was revenge.

So he told you to go and get her?

And I did, but...

just...

just didn't add up to me.

What'd you mean?

I was uncomfortable anyway,

being asked to take her.

A...any of the other stuff, I never blinked an eye.

Roughing up some guy who was just as dodgy as Shay,

well that's one thing, and they probably deserve it.

I didn't know what Shay's plan was.

What if he was going to hurt her?

And I'm the one who brought her to him?

That's not my game, Detective.

Like I say,

if they deserve what's coming to them, fair enough.

But you don't think Isla killed Clellan?

I don't think the storey

Shay told me was completely true.

Why?

Bloody obvious why! Because of who she is!

So who is she?

What?

You said it was obvious Shay was lying to you

because of who Isla was.

What did you mean?

Ah, erm...

I'm gonna need my assurances.

I spoke to your boss, she said she'd consider it,

if I told you everything I know which is what I've done.

You could retract all of that.

I won't.

Look, I don't wanna be here, when you arrest Shay Coburn.

When we arrest him?

I'll give you evidence. Ahh, it'll prove

he arranged Isla's kidnap--

but it'll give you tonnes more, too, trust me.

Are you afraid of him?

Not of him.

Of what he can do.

No-one's going to reach you in here.

No disrespect, but I disagree.

You forget I was one of the people

who did this kind of stuff for him,

so if he's got me, he'll have others,

and in more respectable positions than me.

That's quite an allegation.

I'm being realistic.

So that's the real reason you asked for me, right?

Not because I'm a soldier, but because I'm new.

Hm.

They probably haven't had time to corrupt you yet.

Send me to a safe house,

hostel, ankle bracelet, curfew, whatever.

But I'm not staying in a station cell, here or anywhere else.

If Shay does come for me, I want a fighting chance.

It's the only thing I'm going to ask of you.

That's above my paygrade, Corporal.

You're gonna have to bear with me.

[ Phone dings ]

Don't do it, boss.

Look we've still not found Isla Breck.

She's our priority or Clellan Coburn's killer.

Ewan could give us both.

[ Phone dings ]

I think we have an agreement.

So, show me what you've got.

Er...

In Shay's office, there's a...

there's a small cupboard behind his desk,

slightly different from the others.

Inside, there's a hidden compartment,

straight out of a spy film.

Just reach in and push, that's where the pressure lock is.

It'll click open.

Inside is a burner phone.

Find everythin' you'll need to know.

Interview suspended at thirteen thirty one.

[ Types, beeps ]

Let's hope this pans out, boss.

[ Beep, door unlocks ]

We can't let him walk out of here.

Hm, you and Mallick on the same page, now there's a first.

And I'm not 'letting him walk out of here',

I'm getting two officers to take him out of here

and never leave his side.

You not believe him?

I don't know, It feels too... easy?

I know guys like him, I've questioned a tonne of them.

In my experience, once people start talking, they never stop.

Ewan stopped.

And in my experience it's dangerous to make assumptions.

Isla being the killer

does chime with one of our own theories.

Ah... Ewan doesn't believe that theory, he practically said so.

He's holding back.

Well of course he is,

but as long as he's talking, we need to keep him that way.

You know we put him in a cell and he could shut right down.

And if he does have Isla?

Then he might lead us to her.

- Not if he kills her first. - Lindo.

There'll be eyes on Ewan MacClure

the moment he leaves here.

Either he leads us to Isla, or he doesn't,

but at least we'll know where he is.

You could be signing her death warrant.

The only thing I'm gonna be signing in the next ten seconds,

Lindo, is your dismissal,

if you don't pull yourself back in line!

This is a huge mistake, boss.

Even if Mallick does find some burner phone

in Shay's office, what will it prove?

It'll prove that Ewan was telling the truth

and there might be more where that came from.

No.

No.

All it'll prove is that we're happy to pay

the piper and dance to his tune.

That's it.

[ Beep, door unlocks ]

Get out, Lindo.

I just need you to listen to me!

And I need you to do as you're told. Out!

- Boss, I think maybe-- - Do you want to join him?

On you go then.

Now I've been as patient as I can with you,

Lindo, and you know I have.

But you're impulsive, and it's dangerous to me

and to my team.

You've crossed the line,

and I don't want to see you here.

Out!

So why are you here?

To search your office.

I have a warrant.

[ Laughs ] Okay.

I'd like to speak with Macmillian right now,

right now please.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

You could step outside please, Mr. Coburn.

No I'm going nowhere.

Well...

if you intent to obstruct the lawful execution

of this search warrant,

I'm afraid I'll have to arrest you.

You'll do no such thing.

Seek and ye' shall find.

I've never seen that phone before.

[ Phone dings ]

Seamus John Coburn,

I'm arresting you for questioning in relation

to an offence under section one of the Criminal Justice Scotland

act 2016, namely for murder.

The reason for your arrest is that I suspect

you have information pertaining to the stated offence

and I believe that keeping you in custody

is necessary and proportionate

for the purposes of bringing you before a court

or otherwise dealing with you in accordance of the law.

Ah! Sht...

Oooft!

Bart, are you losing?!

She's finally taking pity on me after all these years.

- What's up? - Oh, you know,

first ever Mentee I'm given gets kicked to the curb

after a whole four days?!

I was just starting to warm to him as well.

What? I was!

He didn't do too badly in there with MacClure,

and I did enjoy wiping the smile off of Shay Coburn's face.

Credit where credit's due.

This is truly a night of firsts.

Another game? - Nah.

Andy, you're up.

I was even gonna give him my old phone, you know,

till he got a replacement.

Oh, yeah, so you could track him?

Why would I do that?

That comment you made, about him being good

at running away from things.

What was all that about?

Maybe I miss-judged him.

Hey!

Well I'll see him before you, won't I?

Unless he's half way to the airport already.

[ Phone dings ]

'Oh, before I forget...

from the gov!

I know!

Tell him thanks.

You can tell him yourself.

A lot of people that come here,

all they see is the granite, the greyness.

They don't really look, or listen, or feel the city.

They're not interested in scratching beneath the surface,

or getting under the skin of it.

All they want to know is what they can take,

what the city can give them.

And it is a good place.

With good people.

I know we don't get to see a lot of that, not in the job

we do, but it's there, that goodness.

Maybe this just isn't the right place for me.

Or even the right job.

You heard the boss, I'm too impulsive,

don't always think before I jump.

Well maybe that's exactly what this team needs.

Macmillian doesn't think so.

Me and Mallick, we were on Drugs Obs one night,

just me and him, following this Middle Man

who was going to lead us to the Mr. Big, you know?

Anyway, we're sat there,

watching the tenth deal of the night,

and there's a girl, OD's right on the spot.

Middle Man's already driving off, we start to follow,

but the girl is just lying there.

Mallick thinks it's enough to radio an ambo

and carry on after our guy, but I couldn't do it.

I made him stop and let me out.

And he just...

he just carries on, eyes on the prize,

leaves me there with the girl.

Next day, I'm facing a disciplinary,

and he's the one getting the backslaps.

A year later, he's a DI,

and I'm mentoring maverick soldiers with daddy issues.

You're obsessed with me and my father.

I'm not!

It's just...

I don't know.

My dad is the most important man in my life,

if he wasn't there, I don't think I'd cope.

I just can't imagine anything being so bad

that I couldn't talk to him about it.

I used to think,

but then the bad thing happened.

What happened to the girl?

She made it that night at least.

Probably died in the gutter the next.

So, what was the point.

I wouldn't have left you.

So don't.

I'm going to call it a day.

You're never gonna tell me what happened are ya?

Bye, Bart.

A spokeswoman for Northeastern Police

has confirmed this evening the search for local woman

Isla Breck will continue on through the night...

the van that officers believe Mrs. Breck was travelling in

was found late this afternoon,

burnt out on the Count's Wells Road.

Officers want to speak to Mrs. Breck

regarding the ongoing investigation

into the death of oil magnate Clellan Coburn

whose body was found in... park

in the early hours of Sunday morning.

Officers are imploring members of the public

with any information about either investigation

to come forward as soon as possible.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Door lock clicking ]

[ Grunts ]

Isla?!

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