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[ Sea gulls squawking ]

[ Fog horn blares ]

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[ Speaking Farsi ]

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[ Door closes ]

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Berg: [ Speaking Norwegian ]

[ Clattering ] What is that?

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Guard: Hey! Come back here! Come here!

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Distorted shouting in distance ]

[ High-pitched ringing ]

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[ Fog horn blares ]

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[ Gasping ]

Captain Nielsen: [ Speaking native language ]

Come with me.

Take this.

Where is Hassan? Where--

Captain Nielsen: No, shh, shh.

Be quiet.

Cover your eyes and come with me.

Good. Take my hand. Stand up.

Mariam: [ Breathing heavily ]

- Mariam: Where is my husband? - Captain Nielsen: Move.

- Move fast. Be quiet. - Mariam: Where is Hassan?

Captain Nielsen: Keep on moving.

[ Door slams ]

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[ Tyers screech, horn honks ] [ Gasps ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

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[ Birds chirping ]

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[ Engine starts ]

[ Indistinct speaking over radio ]

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[ Siren wailing ]

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[ Car door closes ]

[ Vehicles passing ]

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[ Camera shutter clicking ]

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[ Sea gulls squawking ]

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[ Mid-tempo music jazz plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

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Ah. Good evening, Grace.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Oh?

I didn't think you could afford a ticket.

[ Chuckles ]

I see your sense of humour hasnae' changed one bit.

You know, she's never forgiven me

for being the head girl at school.

Uh, this is my nephew, Duncan. [ Clears throat ]

Detective Chief Inspector MacMillian.

Duncan: You were friends?

We drifted apart, I suppose you might say.

Aye. I suppose you might.

- Ruth: I don't want empty... - Grace: His wife, Ruth.

Oh, I'm, uh-- I'm loving your work, by the way.

- Sorry? - Oh the wee mushroom-y things

- were spectacular. - Oh. Thanks.

The Bistro's branching into more corporate events.

Congratulations.

Tonight's refreshments are provided free of charge

by the McFadden Family Group.

It's our contribution.

And all you ask for in return is that

the McFadden Family Group gets first dibs

on any investment opportunities?

We've put a proposal together.

As have most people here.

It's just the way the world works, eh?

- If you'll excuse me... - Grace: Please.

Take all the time you need.

MacMillian.

I'll be right there.

Lindo: Bart?

"Good evening, DS Bartlett," I think you mean.

Sorry, it's just a bit noisy where I'm at right now.

- Where are ya? - Lindo: What's up?

We're up. The body's been found

on the wasteland at John Street.

Alright, send me the location.

I'll be there as soon as possible.

Bartlett: Are you gonna tell me where you are?

- Later. - [ Keypad beeps ]

- [ Sighs ] - [ Keypad beeps ]

84 minutes.

That's why I missed my connecting flight.

Border Force? Border Farce, more like.

You need fi keep ya voice down, Daddy.

Are you telling your father what he needs to do?

Of course not.

[ Chuckles ]

Change of plans.

Me haf-to put ye in a taxi to the flat.

What kind of welcome is this?

It's work, Daddy.

Is it urgent?

Emergency.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Lindo: Overdose?

Doesn't much look like any addict I've ever met.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Vehicle approaching ]

[ Car door opens and closes ]

- Bartlett: Evening, boss. - MacMillian: Evening.

Um, the deceased is a 50-something Caucasian male,

narcotic paraphernalia at the scene.

No I.D., but the car is registered to a Mr.--

Lucas Galloway.

- You know him? - Aye.

I was just at a party with his boss.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

Oh. Here's Mallick now.

[ Door dings ]

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Hey, you! Stop!

Stop! Come here!

Hey! Come here!

Mariam: [ Groans, pants ]

MacMillian: Nice of you to join us, Jay.

Montrose: I've requested traffic cams and CCTV footage

of the surrounding area.

MacMillian: So, our pal here is, uh, old-school.

In the '80s and '90s,

he was Billy Mcfadden's go-to enforcer.

Billy was pretty old-school himself, wasn't he?

Absolutely.

I mean, he's been gone a few years now,

but Grace is trying this whole "rebrand" thing.

You know, the McFadden Family Group's

an entirely legitimate business.

Lindo: Is it?

[ Scoffs ] It's got a long way to go yet.

Shall we start the door-to-doors?

Folk tend to go a bit "three wise monkeys"

in these parts, so I don't actually know

how much good it'll do.

Well, turn on the charm, okay?

But don't mention any names.

Nae words on Galloway's death until we release it, okay?

See, none of this feels right to me.

- Jay. - Hmm?

MacMillian: I want you heading this up.

'Course, boss.

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How far is Balmoral?

About an hour, hour and a half.

- I'm not sure. - You've never been?

Seriously?

Seriously.

There's a tour bus if you want to get to know

my hometown instead.

You're clearly settled in here, Davis, but hometown?

I don't think so.

- Waitress: Full Scottish? - Please.

That is breakfast?

- Mm. - Fi one person?

Yeah, man.

- Impossible. - [ Laughs ]

Me need fi make a move.

I wish I could witness your first tatty scone.

[ Laughs ]

- Tatty scone. - [ Door creaks ]

Young lady, let me loose in that kitchen,

I'll cook up a real breakfast in no time at all.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Breathes deeply ]

Getting absolutely soaked here.

It's pouring. Ugh.

I'll grab you a glass of water when we get in, yeah?

Sharmila: I'm not thirsty.

Mallick: The doctor said you need to stay hydrated.

Sharmila: Oh, doctors!

Mallick: Eh, you used to want me and Naz

to go into medicine, remember?

Sharmila: You've done okay for yourselves.

[ Door closes ] He has a beautiful new car,

your brother.

- [ Door closes ] - Have you seen it?

Mallick: Not yet. No.

Sharmila: Took me out for lunch on Sunday.

Lovely place, very expensive.

Oh, did I tell you?

You mentioned it, Mum, yeah.

- Okay. - Sharmila: That's it.

- Mallick: There we go. - Sharmila: Oh, thank you.

Mallick: Okay.

[ Both breathing heavily ]

[ Water running ]

Here. Drink.

- [ Exhales heavily ] - Right.

- You'll be okay? - Yeah, yeah.

The guards are in and out all the time.

They're not guards, Mum. They're carers.

- If you say so. - [ Chuckles ]

Okay. [ Smooches ]

Speak to you later, yeah?

Yeah.

[ Door opens and closes ]

Preliminary autopsy results on Lucas Galloway

show that he died of a massive ketamine overdose.

And I mean "massive."

More than you would take for recreational purposes.

So an accidental O.D. is unlikely.

Very. we can probably rule out suicide.

Minor bruising and traces of blood on the neck

revealed another puncture, consistent with a syringe.

Hmm. So someone's injected him

in the throat and tried to make it look like

he died shooting up.

MacMillian: Yeah. Seems the most credible scenario.

If your aim is to take out a major player in organised crime,

that doesn't seem very organised.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

There has been a spike in ketamine use

over the last few months,

particularly in conjunction with cocaine.

They call it C.K.

It's showing up a lot in the streets, clubs.

The students are into it, too.

You got pals in Narcotics, Bart?

I just like to keep myself informed.

Well, that makes sense if you're gunning for promotion, eh?

[ Laughing ] Ohh!

Right. Play nicely, boys and girls.

Okay, so, MDMA, cocaine, heroin.

We know that mainly comes up from south of the border.

Same could be true of ketamine.

Are the McFadden family involved in drugs?

Oh [chuckles] they're involved, alright.

Yeah, but Grace likes to keep all of that at arm's length.

You know, that's why she needed someone like Galloway around.

Right, Monty, anything from the car?

GPS was turned off.

Seems he wasn't keen on being traced.

- MacMillian: Oh. Funny that, eh? - [ Knock on door ]

- Yup? - Sorry, ma'am.

There's a woman here asking to see DS Bartlett.

Well, if it's not in connection with this case--

She did say she knew DS Bartlett and it was urgent.

Name's Katie Forsyth.

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Bartlett: It must be about a year that you've had this gig?

Yeah. Feels a lot longer most days.

Katie, listen, it's great that you've found

something you're so passionate about.

It's just refugees, asylum seekers--

none of that's really our field.

Yeah, I'm not sure we can help you with dat.

Look, I get that I would normally

be below your pay grade,

and, yeah, I was called in to help

a suspected illegal migrant

arrested for shoplifting, but I--

[ Shouting in Farsi ]

Mariam, Mariam. It's okay. It's okay.

You'll get it back, alright?

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This is Mariam Faraki.

She's 26 years old, 6 months pregnant,

and she wants to report a murder.

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Mariam, this is Detective Constable Lindo.

I'm DS Bartlett. Katie here is a friend of mine.

If you can tell us everything that happened,

in your own words?

We were on a ship, hiding.

My husband, Hassan...

[ Speaking Farsi ]

I was sick.

He said, "You cannot be tesne."

He went for water. She was dehydrated.

You speak Farsi?

A lot of interpreters went in the last lot of budget cuts,

so I've been learning for over a year.

Then he left.

[ Speaking Farsi ]

Um, she heard people shouting and running.

They were angry.

How many people?

Four of five?

Did you see anything?

No.

Can you tell us the name of the ship?

I do not know.

That is pretty common.

A dockworker or delivery driver sneaks people on board,

and they hide out until they reach their destination.

How did you get off the ship?

There was a man.

He helped.

Can you describe him?

[ Speaking Farsi ]

I was scared.

Then I was, um...

[ Speaking Farsi ]

So, uh, she was given a blanket,

told her to cover her eyes, and led her to the harbour.

And then you went to the memorial,

the meeting point for you and Hassan?

Memorial, yes.

We agree, if we separate, memorial.

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It's not enough.

Sorry.

What?

There's no evidence that a crime has been committed,

never mind a murder.

Hassan is dead.

How do you know?

Because he did not come back to me.

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[ Cries ]

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So, as far as we know, the woman travelled here with her partner,

and by the time she reached, her partner disappeared.

Well, it doesn't seem like there's enough

- to justify an investigation. - I agree.

The woman desperately needs some help.

And desperate people do and say anything.

I think she's telling the truth, boss.

Maybe not the whole truth.

I got the impression she was playing her cards

- pretty close to her chest. - Yes.

Because she's all alone in a strange country,

and we don't know what she's going through.

Okay, okay, go down to the harbour.

But talk nicely to the harbour master.

Need to try and avoid any jurisdiction minefields.

And if he doesn't cooperate?

Well, then you'll be scunnered.

That's why I said talk nicely to him.

Right, come on, you two. Go quickly, both of you.

I need you back on the Galloway case.

Chop, chop.

[ Engine shuts off ]

I want you operating at the full 100 so that--

Oh., I'm afraid we're closed, Chief Inspector.

Oh, no, don't be afraid. We're no hungry.

We're here to see Grace. She around?

Inspector.

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[ Sea gulls squawking ]

- [ Sighs ] - Problem?

- [ Keypad clacking ] - Oh, just Katie.

She's after an update already.

Got to admire her dedication.

- How you know her? - [ Cellphone whooshes ]

- I saved her life. - Lindo: For real?

Yeah. I told you about it. The heroin addict.

Ah, yes, you stopped to help her,

and Mallick ended up getting the promotion.

- [ Chuckles ] In a nutshell. - [ Cellphone dings ]

She's really turned her life around--

rehab, drug counselling, now the refugee stuff.

- [ Cellphone vibrating ] - [ Keypad clacking ]

- You should be proud, you know? - Yeah.

- No, I am. I just-- [ Sighs ] - [ Cellphone whooshes ]

I can't help but think she's wasting her time.

You can get that if you want.

I can charm the harbour master.

It's just my father.

Bit early to be calling from Jamaica.

He's not in Jamaica.

Where was he found?

His car was parked on wasteland, around John Street.

Would he have any reason to be in that area?

Something work-related?

I don't know.

Visiting a lady friend?

As far as I'm aware, Lucas wasnae seeing anyone.

So he was just there on business then?

Grace, let's not get ourselves on here.

Galloway's been on your family payroll for forever.

Exactly.

So I'd appreciate a minute to process the fact that he's dead.

And you'll appreciate that time is a factor

in a murder investigation.

You're certain he was murdered?

Well, unless he took it upon himself

to try ketamine for the first time

and massively misjudged the amount...

Lucas was no drug user.

Was he a dealer?

You expect me to answer that question?

We're tryna' ascertain if a lifelong friend

was involved in narcotics and if that got him killed.

I think I might need legal representation

before we go any further.

Only if you've got something to hide.

Please. Don't insult my intelligence.

Wouldn't dream of it, Grace.

Lucas was a loyal family friend on the verge of retirement.

Retirement?

How did he take that?

Is everything okay?

Far from it, Duncan.

Far from it.

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Lindo: It has to be this one.

It's the closest to the main road.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

Three vessels docked from Oslo in the last 24 hours.

How long's your dad in town for?

- About a week. - You gonna pick his brains?

Can't hurt to have another senior officer staying with you.

He is so annoying.

He wants a tour guide when me offa work you know?

Oh, well, I can find something for us to do.

Us?

Who better to show him 'round, eh?

The Stolthet is the kinda size Mariam described.

- Yeah. - Right.

Remember, no throwing your weight around,

no kicking down the door.

We only go where we're invited.

You think this is a waste of time?

I think there's a genuine murder investigation under way

and we're not part of it. Hi.

- Can we board? - Yes?

I'm Detective Sergeant Lara Bartlett.

This my colleague, DC Lindo.

Would it be possible to ask a couple of questions, Mister...?

Axel Berg is my name. I'm the Lostrum's--

I mean the cargo holder supervising officer.

Great.

Yeah. Now is a bad time. Busy time.

We need fi see the captain.

Sorry. Not possible.

Did you miss the part where we said we were police officers?

Alright.

This way, please.

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Would you say you were close?

Sometimes he'd tell me tales of the old days

with Grandpa Billy.

But I sort of outgrew them.

When was the last time you saw Galloway?

Night before last?

He was in for a drink

and ended up having a few too many.

Ruth asked me to take his keys and drive him home.

So, if we were to find your prints and DNA

in a dead man's car, you'd have a ready-made explanation?

Do I need an alibi?

I'm not a suspect, am I?

Well, two things we need to be at the start

of a murder investigation is thorough and open-minded.

Grace: Oh, for heaven's sake, Cora.

We were both with you when Lucas was killed.

Is that enough of an alibi?

Time of death was a few hours earlier, actually.

[ Sighs ] I was getting my hair and nails done.

Like to make an effort for a party.

And what about you?

- Working from home. - Alone?

Ruth was there, too, 'till she had to go

and supervise the reception catering anyway.

Look, see, I realise that this is

the McFadden brand image nowadays--

you know, the civic receptions, the urban renewal.

But we both know that you're still in the business

where a hostile takeover can come with a body count.

Is this the start of a turf war, Grace?

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You tell me.

You're the detective.

[ Chuckles ]

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Captain Nielsen: I'm really confused here,

but am I being accused of people smuggling?

- No, Captain Nielsen. - No?

Then I don't understand.

We're acting on information that a violent incident

may have taken place on board your ship,

shortly before you docked in Aberdeen,

involving a person or persons travelling illegally.

But there was no such incident.

- You sure about that? - Yeah.

I'm the captain of this vessel.

Nothing happens on board this ship without my permission.

It's a big ship.

Oh, yeah, and a great responsibility.

It's a fascinating environment.

I'd love to have a look around.

I'm afraid that's not permitted.

You're the captain of this ship.

What's permitted is up to you, right?

I have a duty of care to the organisations

who actually pay me to transport their goods.

What kind of goods?

The manifest dictates every trip.

Right now we are reloading cargo

for our return voyage.

And in 72 hours,

I believe we will be back on sea.

Mm. Not if we impound the vessel.

Captain Nielsen: [ Chuckles ]

Officer, I doubt you have the authority for that.

Come on. I give you my word.

No laws were broken here.

Might take a bit more than your word, Captain.

Yeah. Nevertheless, I insist that you return to shore.

Okay. We can see ourselves out.

Yeah, I'm sure.

But, you know, good manners dictate that I escort you.

So follow me please.

Officer.

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Wow.

And I thought people in our line of work were arrogant.

Whiskey on his breath at this time of the day?

Yeah. I noticed that.

Maybe there's something heavy on his mind.

Maybe he just loves a drink.

Does it even matter?

They'll be gone in a couple of days

unless Mac can find someone with the clout to impound this thing.

Lindo: There must be a procedure, Bart.

Yeah, there is, but step one is present evidence,

and we can't gather any without permission to search the ship.

So we just abandon Mariam and forget about her dead husband?

We don't know he's dead, Davis.

Can't even be sure he exists.

SOCO reports finding DNA of two other individuals

in Galloway's car beside the deceased

and fingerprints on the outside.

Neither are showing up on our database.

One of them is almost certainly Duncan McFadden.

He drove Galloway home the other night.

Yeah, but he doesn't have a record.

You know, Grace has managed to groom him

to be the acceptable face of the McFadden family business.

You'd think if this other person was a rival gang type,

they'd be on file, no?

Ah, possibly. Hi.

Right, anything else at the scene?

Yeah, SOCO found fibres in Galloway's hair.

Right, but not in the car?

They're aligned to some minor head injuries

revealed in the autopsy.

Ketamine overdose can cause seizures.

If he was thrashing around on the floor,

those fibres could be from a rug or carpet.

Mean he was killed elsewhere.

Well, we've got no leads for where elsewhere might be, so...

Well, did you two make any progress down at the docks?

Mm-hmm. We speak to the captain of the ship

that could fit the description of Mariam's story.

Could fit it?

Arrival time matches.

[ Scoffs ] I mean, we're gonna need more than that.

And the captain denies any incident involving stowaways.

Of course, historically,

stowaways were set adrift in a rowboat.

Let the sea decide their fate.

You don't think that's what still happens?

There have been some cases in modern times.

Right, well, we've got no reason

to believe anything like that happened.

Well, if we had more time to investigate then--

MacMillian: Well, we don't, okay?

So let downstairs process Mariam for the shoplifting,

and that will be the end of it.

I want you two to get Galloway's keys

from his personal effects and go to his flat, okay?

Just see what you can find.

On it, boss.

Mallick, you can help Monty trace that ketamine.

I mean, that is our murder weapon.

Boss.

- Got an idea, actually. - Do you, aye?

Can't wait to hear it.

Are you kidding me?

Our chief inspector doesn't feel there's grounds

for an investigation.

So find some. A man's dead.

We don't have any proof Hassan was on the ship

or proof that he even existed.

Do you see this?

[ Speaking Farsi ]

Her baby is her proof.

I didn't mean to--

I apologise.

We've arranged for a hospital visit

to check on the baby's welfare.

[ Sighs ] That's good of you.

And after that, you'll be formally charged

with shoplifting.

[ Speaking Farsi ]

A van nearly hit her at the harbour.

Maybe the driver remembers her?

It'd prove that she was there, that she's telling the truth.

It doesn't confirm she was on the boat,

and it doesn't actually prove

that anything happened on board, either.

We've done all we can.

I'm sorry, Mariam.

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Monty!

Monty. You have a minute?

Well, not really, but go on.

Make it snappy, Lindo.

Who's the best person to contact to access CCTV?

Well, it depends where. Commercial property?

- Residential area? - Uh, the harbour.

Sorry. Aren't you supposed to be letting that non-case go?

Yes, we are. Come on, Davis.

Cool.

[ Birds chirping ]

What is the point of getting the harbour CCTV?

So there is something else we can take to Mac.

I'm sure she'll be delighted.

You ready fi give up?

It's not our decision.

Our decision? Wow, Bart.

You really want this promotion this time, eh?

[ Chuckles ] Come on.

Bart, I'm sorry. It's a joke.

Maybe try "DS Bartlett" now and again,

just so we understand each other.

Of course.

Bartlett: 614. This is us. Keys?

[ Keys jangle, lock disengages ]

Okay.

Keep an eye out for any drug paraphernalia, obviously.

And we should probably get some rug and carpet samples

on the off chance--

[ All grunting ]

- You stay-- stay down! - Ahh! Ahh!

- Stay down! - Get off!

[ All grunting ]

- Come on! - [ Groans ]

- Bart, you alright?! - Yeah.

Go. Get after them.

Go! [ Groans, pants ]

[ Tyers screech ]

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Unh!

Geez. [ Breathing heavily ]

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An upstanding member of the community, no doubt.

Indeed.

- How's your mum doing? - What?

Well, it can't be easy looking after an elderly relative.

I remember towards the end of my mum's life--

She's fine. Thank you.

Well, does your brother help out much?

When he can.

Good.

Mallick: Oh. Look.

Tut tut.

[ Car door opens ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Grace: Leave it there.

Anything I need to be concerned about?

Do the words "plausible deniability"

- mean anything to you? - Of course.

But I-I could--

You fulfil a role, within this organisation,

within this family.

I need you clean,

far removed from anything remotely criminal.

I knew Lucas.

And I'm nae a kid anymore.

No. You're a grown-up.

So show some maturity.

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Do I need to come round there and serve myself?

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If Grace is keeping you in the dark, I think it's a good thing.

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[ Bottle clicks, uncorks ]

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I thought I ken everybody on the drug squad.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

You are police still, right?

What gave us away?

Didn'ae look much like a couple trynta' spice things up, so...

We're here on police business yes.

Brilliant.

Alright, this can go one of two ways.

One, we take you in, charge you with possession

with intent to supply based on

whatever's in your pockets there.

You clam up, get a lawyer.

If it's the other way?

You give us some drugs.

C.K., to be precise.

Is this a shakedown now?

You just want free gear?

It's for lab analysis.

Look, you cooperate, we'll be on our way.

[ Chuckles ] Aye. Okay.

Make sure it's the good stuff.

It's all the good stuff.

Business is booming, I take it?

No competitors to speak of?

Rivals encroaching on your territory?

Ah, Folk ken better 'round here.

End of chat.

Mr. Pierce, a known associate of Lucas Galloway

and a long-term dealer for the McFadden Family.

According to Narcotics,

the ketamine spike started about six months ago

and shows no sign of letting up.

Matey boy over here is onto a good thing.

No news of any turf wars.

If Galloway was killed by a rival gang,

that must've been their first move.

Well, it's not out of the question.

I've sent the C.K. sample off for analysis,

but we will be relying on the cocaine

- for anything distinctive. - Why's that?

Well, Ketamine is a purely pharmaceutical product.

You know, it's made on an industrial scale.

It's not a compound, you know, like crystal meth.

So any ketamine that you get on the street

has probably come from a legitimate source.

Is that our next step, then?

Contact hospitals, veterinarians, pharmacies?

See if any ket's gone missing?

If the drug's been flooding the city for a six-month period,

it must've taken more than a one-off robbery or a dodgy vet.

Well, maybe there's a whole network of dodgy vets.

Hmm. Uh, anything to show from the flat,

apart from your bumps and bruises?

We've taken carpet fibres and sent them for analysis,

see if they match those on the deceased here.

Well, that's something, potentially.

Well, as far as we could see,

there was nothing missing but the laptop.

So, either we disturbed them, or...

Or that's exactly what they came for.

- Mm. - MacMillian: Right.

I'm gonna need all hands to the pump tonight, okay?

While I go and follow a lead,

Bart, you can help Monty and Mallick.

- Davis. - Hmm?

I want you on the footwear database.

There's a footwear database?

- [ Chuckles ] - Montrose: Oh, it's fascinating.

And sometimes productive.

MacMillian: SOCO found some decent footprints

at the crime scene.

I want you to find a match.

- [ Chuckles ] - Great.

Have fun with that, Lindo. [ Laughs ]

[ Laughs sarcastically ]

[ Sighs heavily ]

You've never been to prison before, have ya?

[ Inhales sharply ] I have not.

Ah. I don't think you'd enjoy it much.

Isn't that the point of prison?

If I find out it was your men who raided Galloway's flat

and assaulted my officers,

I'll see to it that you go down for conspiracy

to defeat the ends of justice.

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

- No? - No.

Well, there was no sign of break-in at the flat,

which means the guys must've had keys,

and that suggests to me somebody that Lucas was close to,

someone he'd leave a spare set with.

We didn't have that kind of relationship.

Okay, well, maybe somebody from the company.

Who built the flats he lived in?

The McFadden Family Group?

Oh. [ Chuckles ]

See, this tightrope that you're walking--

it won't hold forever, Grace.

When I was starting out, my SIO, he nicked your dad,

but we couldn't make the charges stick.

But I'm promising you now

I'll make sure they stick for you.

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- Need a lift home? - My taxi's booked.

I get the impression you're quite an-- an organised person.

I try to be.

Aye. I mean, the bar.

It seems to run like clockwork.

Hopefully.

You must, well, see lots of things there as you work.

I'm not sure I understand?

Well, you know, people coming and going,

conversations, confrontations.

I prefer to mind my own business.

- Aye? - Customers, they sort of insist.

What about family?

Family? Even more so.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

This is me.

- [ Car door closes ] - [ Vehicle departing ]

[ Sea gulls squawking ]

Bartlett: Okay. Yeah. Yeah, thanks for your help.

Bye.

- Having a productive evening? - Oh, massively.

- You? - Oh, it's fascinating.

I mean, I can see why they think it's a stupid question.

If you'd had a load of ketamine nicked,

- you'd have reported it, right? - That's what I'm saying.

No luck with the trainers, then, no?

The ground near the car was a bit of a shortcut,

lots of foot traffic, six matches.

That's not bad.

The two men at Galloway's place were wearing boots, right?

Oh, yes. I got a good look at them

- when I hit the deck. - [ Cellphone vibrating ]

[ Sighs ] Mac wants to see me in her office.

That's never good.

Have you been chasing the harbour CCTV

instead of doing what you were asked?

[ Scoffs ] As well, not instead.

There's nothing to see, anyway.

No clear view of the van driver

and no Mariam in sight.

Ah. So you got yourself into bother for nothing then?

I had to try.

MacMillian: Mm. [ Chuckles ]

Oh, he liked that hat.

That was his favourite hat.

[ Laughs ] I can tell.

Boss?

Daddy, wi ya doing here?

Getting acquainted with the detective chief inspector.

Who is very charming by the way.

MacMillian: Aww, thank you.

Your dad's brought some old photos.

Look. Aww. Barely born, eh?

We've known from an early age where his future lies.

Yeah. He's a natural.

Well, it has been lovely to meet you, but you must excuse me.

Of course.

Um, you can't just show up to my workplace, ya know?

Ah, yes. I understand you're looking at

pictures of running shoes.

No, actually, Mr. Lindo--

Grantley. Please.

Actually, what I said was

he's cross-referencing crime-scene evidence

with an analytic database.

Of course. I meant no offence.

I'll walk you out.

Well, I want you to know

that your son is a valued member of my team.

This has been a wonderful experience for him.

I'm grateful for all you've done.

- [ Door closes ] - [ Chuckles ]

Lindo: What was that all about?

Me not like ya tone, son.

Me thinks that you come visit Scotland

to attend my graduation,

not to embarrass me in front of my boss.

- That was not my intention. - Then what is, Daddy?

I--

Me hoping you will see sense.

Hello. You must be Davis' dad.

Good to finally put a face to the name.

I've heard a lot about you.

All good, I hope.

This is Detective Sergeant Bartlett.

A sergeant, and you're in charge of catering?

Fish and chips. These are for a prisoner.

Mariam's been transferred.

Who's Mariam to deserve such special treatment?

She's a young woman that Davis has been trying to help.

Anyway, hopefully I'll see you again sometime.

Likewise, DS Bartlett.

Hm. Now me understand.

What?

You want me to come home.

Mm, that's what "see sense" means.

You're busy, and there's a lot more we need to discuss.

[ Scoffs ]

It was nice of you to come and wave her off into the system.

Turns out her passport's forged.

Look, she had no choice, alright?

Katie, it's out of our control now.

I've advised her to claim asylum.

Is Mariam even her real name?

Oh, what difference does it make?

Ya know where they gonna take her?

The hostel on Powell Street,

with all the other lost souls.

Okay.

Why are you acting like you even care?

[ Sighs ]

Come on.

Right. What have we got?

Not a sausage.

If any ketamine has been stolen or sold off,

nobody knows about it, or at least nobody's saying.

So we are looking at stuff coming in from down south

or being smuggled in from abroad?

I'd say that's more than likely.

There is an option we could try.

Alright, Monty, don't keep us in suspense.

The Northern Regions Procurement Services is responsible

for the ketamine in the first place.

They import to order

and then distribute amongst the NHS,

the private sector, veterinarians, everyone.

Their records will show precisely

how much went to each hospital and clinic.

So you cross-reference it with the individual records

and see if any fail to match up?

Mm-hmm. As I said, it's an option.

Yeah. Great.

Let me get the ball rolling with the NRPS.

- MacMillian: Yeah? - Yeah, I've got a contact there.

Fine. Yeah. Do what it takes.

[ Line ringing ]

Hiya. Yeah, I need some information.

Are you busy?

Right. I'll see you soon.

Mariam: No, I am going to take two steps and have--

What do you mean, my safety?

My safety needs fresh air. We have mental--

We are human beings. You cannot--

- I am sorry. - You are not sorry!

- Please go back inside. - Look, I am not a prisoner,

and you are not my custodian.

I wish to step outside for fresh air.

You are not in power to restrict my movements.

Lindo: Hey, yo, yo, yo.

Let her go. I'll accept full responsibility.

How nice of you, sir.

Did you prefer it when I was scared and stupid?

Mariam, you asked us to trust you.

We were advised to be pathetic.

"Don't be confrontational.

Look for mercy and compassion."

Well, I did.

And it put me in a hostel waiting to be deported,

my husband gone.

You make it almost impossible fi me help you now.

- The forged passport? - Without a forged passport,

I'd still be trapped where women are killed

for showing their hair in public.

- I'm from Iran. - I understand.

Do you?

Because I don't and I was born there.

And because I chose to burn my scarf,

show my hair, and dance in public,

in defiance of a tyrannical regime,

I am now an enemy of the state.

I am apart from my country,

my people.

Hassan and I decided we wouldn't bring a child

into society that punishes them for how they're born,

especially if they're a girl.

But now Hassan is gone.

And I could be sent back there.

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[ Sighs heavily ]

Me not gon' make a promise me can't keep,

but I believe you're telling the truth.

I want you to know that.

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It does mean something,

you believing me.

But what are you going to do about it, Detective?

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[ Camera shutter clicks ]

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Berg: Hey!

You're not allowed down here.

[ Both grunting ]

Keep ya hands to yourself!

This is how you deal with people you don't want onboard?

[ Both grunting ]

That's enough, Axel!

The officer understands he has no business onboard this ship.

It won't require force to remove him.

[ Exhales heavily ]

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Lindo: Let go offa me!

I've already informed the harbour master of this incident.

Efficient of you.

Elsa is our manifest director.

She is, uh, responsible for cargo security.

Does she know there's a lifeboat missing?

She knows you're incorrect.

Oh. Because I think somebody on this ship

put a terrified man in a little inflatable lifeboat

and pretended they were letting the sea decide his fate.

I believe the sea decides all our fates, Detective.

What's that supposed to mean?

Captain Nielsen has nothing more to say, Detective.

That right, Captain?

[ Speaking native language ] You better not say nothing.

Okay. Have a good one.

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- [ Keypad beeps ] - [ Line ringing ]

Lindo: Good evening, boss.

Could you repeat that, please?

Good evening, boss.

Ah. Right. No.

I heard you the first time,

but I thought, "I mean, that cannae be right."

Well, me learn my lesson.

He doesn't treat me like his superior officer.

He just does what he bloody well likes.

- I apologise. - Good.

Lindo: But, boss, listen.

There's a lifeboat missing from the Stolthet.

They're lying about what happened on board.

I don't want to hear "but boss"

or anything about lifeboats, Lindo, okay?

I just want you to follow instructions.

- Understood? - Yes, boss.

Magic! Okay.

Instruction number one--

I want you to forget about Mariam

and concentrate on the Galloway case.

Have you got that?

Davis, I said, have you got that?

Loud and clear, boss.

[ Keypad beeps ]

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[ Car door closes ]

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[ Doorbell buzzes ]

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Captain Nielsen: Cheers, buddy.

Relax, man.

No one here speaks Danish. Or Norwegian.

- Another round, please. - No, no, no, no.

I saw the mother, Axel.

I saw her.

She was pregnant.

I couldn't leave her, Axel.

I had to help her.

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- [ Glasses clink ] - [ Speaking indistinctly ]

Do you realise what you've done?

Captain Nielsen: You don't have to tell me what that means.

Berg: You've put us all in jeopardy.

Captain Nielsen: You don't know what to do with that!

- I made a terrible mistake. - Berg: You let her go?

- [ Line ringing ] - You let her go?

Elsa: It's Elsa.

Do you realise what you've done?

Elsa: I think we have a problem.

Captain Nielsen: ...lost because of it!

Can you come meet me?

The stowaways go down there!

It's a huge mess!

Berg: This is on you.

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Good evening. I'm here to see--

Hey, you!

I'll take care of this reprobate.

Thanks.

So, to what do I owe this honour?

I need a favour.

Of course. Anything. You know that.

Can you tell me what I need to know

about the importation and distribution of ketamine?

Well, if I can't, I'll point you in the direction

of someone who can.

- Good enough. - This way.

Uh, Julie here will print off the distribution lists,

and if you come back tomorrow, I'll give you the guided tour,

- answer any questions you have. - Thanks.

Actually, uh, would it be too much trouble

to get those lists e-mailed over, as well, please?

Not at all.

Give me two seconds to make a call,

- and I'll walk you out? - Yeah.

I'll be-- I'll be right back.

Keep an eye on him, Jules.

- Here you are. - Thanks very much.

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[ Cellphone vibrating ]

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- [ Line ringing ] - [ Exhales heavily ]

Yeah, it's me.

The police are here, and they're asking questions.

They're wanting information

about ketamine imports.

And... it's not just any cop.

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It's my brother.

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