-[metallic clank] -[whirring]
[metallic clank]
[whirring intensifies]
[gasps painfully]
Oh, my fucking tooth.
[metallic clicking]
[deep, distorted voice] Hello, Merritt. We've been thinking that…
…maybe we've made a mistake.
We've not applied enough pressure to properly motivate you.
So today, we're gonna turn up the pressure.
Literally.
[breathing heavily]
[deep, distorted voice] See if that jogs your memory.
-[shrill ringing] -[rapid whirring intensifies]
[deep, distorted voice] As you'll see, your body can adjust
to the increases in air pressure over time.
But it's a bit uncomfortable.
Ah, you're fine.
As long as nobody comes and opens those vents above you.
[whimpering]
[deep, distorted voice] Of course… [chuckles]
…if that happened…
…with the increase of pressure…
[shrill drone intensifies]
[deep, distorted voice] …well, let's just say it'd be a big mess.
The sort where the undertaker uses a mop to gather you up.
[deep, distorted voice cackles]
I don't really know how much of it you'd feel.
-[drone builds] -[grunts]
Your body instantly imploding like that.
[deep, distorted voice] I hope you won't find out.
[metallic click]
[lively folk rock music playing]
[rowdy chanting] ♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la ♪
[music fades]
-[waves whooshing] -[seagulls cawing]
[tense music playing]
[Carl] Get it together, you fucking loser.
[ball crunches]
[wind whistling]
[Akram] Yes. I will tell him.
I will tell him that too.
[music fades]
-Tell me what? -You're not answering your phone.
-For good reason. What's the second thing? -That was the second thing.
What's the first thing?
William Lingard's gone missing.
-When? -[Akram] Ran away last night.
Threw a television through a window and escaped.
Last night.
At the same moment as your press conference.
Interesting timing, don't you think?
He's watching me on the telly, throws his telly out, runs away.
Pretty interesting.
Do you think it's possible your press conference provoked him?
It provoked the fuck out of me, but that's not the question.
The question is, where's he going?
What time did Merritt buy those crisps?
The transaction went through at 10:22 a.m. Just after they left Oban.
Then what?
William was seen by the assembly station just…
just before 11:00.
-Do we know what they were fighting about? -William's hat. It blew overboard.
He tried to climb the rails to get it back.
-It blew overboard? -He threw it for some reason.
The wind picked it up out of the camera frame.
It was windy that day, yeah?
As it is at this moment. Very windy.
And very, very cold.
But it was nice inside, wasn't it?
Can I borrow that?
Why?
-Interesting. -Yeah.
Excuse me, folks.
Thank you. Thank you.
[suspenseful percussive music playing]
[whistling]
[grunts]
So all these cameras were in place four years ago, yeah?
[Akram] Yes. I have seen the footage.
And Merritt is not in any of it after she leaves William.
Right. So we're back where we started.
She was on the boat, and then she wasn't on the boat. Wicked.
-[ferry horn honks] -[music stops]
[intercom jingle plays]
[man] Ladies and gentlemen, we are now berthed in…
[Carl] So, she hadn't been home for a while.
Not since she was a teenager.
She bought the tickets in the morning. It wasn't planned.
-They would have had to have been lucky. -Fuck yeah.
No one could've known William was gonna lose his hat
or that she would come down here to find it.
So a crime, then, of opportunity. The wrong person at the right time?
No, they'd been watching her.
To follow someone everywhere they go, day and night, without being seen,
it takes a lot of experience.
Or dedication, my friend. Someone really fucking wanted her.
[ominous string music plays]
Talk about dark clouds. [chuckles]
The Lingard family had a bloody thunderhead looming over them
that followed them to and fro and everywhere in between.
I've never known such a multitude of bad luck to afflict just one family.
First the mother dies, the kids too wee to fend for themselves,
the dad too drunk to be of any help.
-Mum died, how? -Is that not in Merritt Lingard's file?
It was an auto accident.
[tuts] I'm asking you. As the local law, you must have a point of view.
It's my point of view that what happened is what's in the file.
She fell asleep and drove off the road.
-Is there an accident report? -There is indeed.
In Glasgow, where it actually happened.
You weren't curious?
It was inevitable.
The dark cloud?
The darkest.
-What was she doing in Glasgow? -[man] I haven't the faintest idea.
But I can tell you that the boy stepped up and rose to the occasion.
He was a fine student and a fine athlete. As good a lad as any.
-And Merritt? -Trouble.
Always one foot in the inferno. Certainly no stranger to this office.
Not the obvious type to grow up to be a prosecutor.
Well, you walk in on your brother getting his head stoved in,
it has an effect.
Yes, could you please give us some details of the attack on William Lingard?
Harry Jennings, a local offender, was behind a string of robberies.
He broke into the Lingard house when William was home asleep.
-And Merritt? -[man] She was out.
Getting high most likely, with some bloke. She liked them, if you know what I mean.
What about this other guy that beat him, this… Harry Jennings?
He died trying to evade arrest.
-Died how? -He jumped off the ferry.
He tried to run away by getting on the ferry?
[laughs] He wasn't a bright lad.
He thought he'd given us the slip. We phoned the captain.
When the captain and the first mate approached him,
he jumped overboard.
Doesn't seem high enough to kill somebody.
It is if you're drunk enough, and Harry Jennings most definitely was.
His blood alcohol peaked at somewhere between blootered
and completely fucking wrecked.
Speaking of which, is there a pub that I can find Jamie Lingard?
Nope. The man dried out years ago. Stays out the pub.
You'll probably find him down the harbor, playing cards with the other fishermen.
He's still fishing?
Not many fish left now, but up here,
they give it a go till their wraith takes the helm.
-How poetic. -Mm, regular Rabbie Burns, me.
Must be nice to have the time.
Well… [slaps thighs] Thanks so much for sharing some of it.
-I saw you on the telly. -Yeah?
I thought you were gonna throw up right there and then.
Scottish weather doesn't agree with me.
I've known you for two minutes, and already I get the feeling
that there's not much that does agree with you.
No wonder there's no crime up here. You just see through it all.
There's not much crime here
because all the arseholes are down in London.
-Ah. -[man] It made me wonder.
Do you really believe what you were saying up there?
You honestly think you're gonna find her?
Honestly?
I don't know if anyone will find her, but it'd be nice to know what happened.
Because you're curious?
Because I'm not big on the dark cloud theory.
[mysterious music playing]
[brakes squeal softly]
[engine rattles, stops]
-[seatbelts unclip] -[door opens]
[mysterious music continues]
What you doing?
[music fades]
-[Carl tuts] -[door creaks open]
[Akram] Police.
[door closes]
[Carl sighs]
We don't have to break every rule.
Very tidy.
[Carl] Uh-huh.
Cozy place like this,
it's so hard to believe that anything bad could happen.
Well, bad things did happen.
Not a lot of sarcasm in Syria, I take it.
Very little, sir.
Pictures of William. No pictures of Merritt.
Because she was always a right cunt, that one.
Mr. Lingard, police.
-D.C.I.-- -I don't care who you are, cop.
You cannae just walk intae a man's house.
[Carl] You're absolutely right. I do apologize. Door was open.
[Jamie] What you doin' here?
[Carl] Reopening the investigation into your daughter's disappearance.
-Why? -[Carl] New evidence has surfaced.
[Jamie] What evidence?
Excuse me for asking, but why do you call your daughter a right cunt?
Because that she was.
And yet, at the age of 24, she became William's guardian, not you.
[Jamie] I wasn't given much choice.
She wanted to drag me to court to prove I was unfit to be his dad.
You didn't challenge the petition.
I'm no fancy lawyer. You think I stood a chance?
You also had a criminal record.
Drunk driving, 2001. Common assault, 2003.
I never said she was wrong.
It's true. I was drunk most of that time.
Even in church. [taps worktop]
She did the right thing. I was unfit.
Then she comes to find you 12 years later. Any idea why?
I didn't know she was coming at all.
I told your lot last time.
She wanted nothing to do with me.
-When was the last time you saw William? -Day after, in hospital.
That's it? You never saw him again?
I couldn't. Too hard.
Even after Merritt disappeared and you knew he had no one?
He was such a good boy.
So sweet, so smart.
Had so much promise.
I couldn't see him like that.
Did you ever try to find them? Merritt and William?
Why would I bother? She clearly didn't want to be found.
That's why you won't find her.
I'm very good at finding things that don't want to be found.
Yeah, outside of your self-control.
Thank you, Mr. Lingard.
She stole from me.
Stole what exactly?
A necklace. Belonged to Lila, her mum.
Was all I had left of hers.
It was mine, not Merritt's, but she took it.
[somber music playing]
She knew what it meant, but she took it anyway.
Just to hurt me.
Which she did.
Okay.
Thank you.
[door clicks open]
[sighs]
Life's already painful enough without having one's family make it worse.
[music fades]
There it is.
Your ma learned that there was no going home.
She tried many times, but they wouldn't have her.
Not after I…
How did they put it?
"Undid her."
They cut her off.
They told her if she stayed with me, she'd get nothing.
Even after you were born, and then your brother.
-They wouldn't speak to her. -She said they thought you were too old.
[Jamie] Aye, that they did.
I could have been 20 years younger and they would have thought the same.
Because I was a fisherman.
Not a doctor or a lawyer
or, better still, a banker.
I thought I was saving her from those posh Edinburgh folks,
so it broke my heart to hear I was smothering her.
That she was so unhappy.
That she'd leave us all and go back to them.
Well, she knew that they weren't gonna give her any help
as long as she was with you.
Aye, as long as she was with me. But she would have come home.
She wasn't coming home.
She would've made it right and come back.
No.
There was no making it right.
She wanted them to put something aside for me and William.
She would never abandon her children.
Is that really what you think?
All I want to say to you is,
as angry as you are with me,
I'm twice as angry with myself.
And maybe you knowing that
will make you less hell-bent all the time
on making me even angrier.
You were right about one thing.
[mournful music playing]
You didn't save her.
She died
trying to save you.
[boy] Merritt.
Please, don't.
[footsteps clattering]
[music fades]
[machinery rattling softly]
[deep, clattering thud]
[Merritt panting]
[screams] Fuck you!
[sniffs, catches breath]
-["Yum Yum" by LXNGVX and MC GW playing] -[loud chime plays over speaker]
[dance music thumping]
[sighs sharply]
[music stops]
[Akram] Whatever happened on that island, we won't find it in any file.
[Carl] No, which is why I need you to find William.
-You want me to find William? -[Carl] I just said I did.
And you will allow me to do this? To look for him by myself?
Who better than Mr. "I'm good at finding things that don't wanna be found"?
William won't be as hard to locate as some.
Tell me something.
Back home, were you working for the good guys or the bad guys?
When you know which is which, please do tell me.
[engine purrs]
[gearshift rattles]
[engine revs]
[pensive guitar music playing]
[sniffing, panting]
[birds tweeting]
[door creaks]
[ominous string music playing]
[ethereal swoosh]
[William breathing heavily]
-[ethereal swoosh] -[light, dreamy music playing]
Night, William.
[music darkens]
[glass clattering]
-[rough grinding] -[glass crunching]
[music fades]
-["Spit of You" by Sam Fender] -[acoustic indie music thumping]
[music becomes louder]
Could you please turn the fucking noise down?
-Listen to it. -[Carl] I can't.
My eardrums have exploded out of my fucking eyeballs.
Just fucking listen to it.
It's about you and me, all right? How you make me feel.
♪ I can't talk to you ♪
♪ I can talk to anyone ♪
-♪ I can talk to anyone ♪ -Okay, I get it.
You've made your point.
[music stops]
-Look, Mum fucked us both. -There's another way you could put that.
I was thinking me and you could have…
could have a truce.
Truce, okay. What's that look like?
You stay out of my shit, and I stay out of yours.
Sounds great, but we have to live together.
-[Jasper] Until when? -You are old enough to live on your own.
-I think I'm old enough now. -[scoffs] I beg to differ.
You are shit at the whole father thing.
And you really excel at the whole son thing.
Uh, stepson.
Compared to others in my situation, I'm pretty fucking good.
Well, one's goal in life should be to raise the bar.
Maybe… let's stop trying.
-Let's pretend we're in the army. -In the army?
[Jasper] You have your assignments, and I have mine.
That only works if you do your assignments.
Okay, if I do, then will you leave me the fuck alone?
-No. -Why not?
Because I am your commanding officer, not your comrade.
I'll make my bed, clean the toilet.
-Use your headphones for your other music. -Fine.
-Maybe not skip school. -[snickers]
-So much. -It is so fucking boring.
-[sighs] -[Jasper] Okay, look, look.
I do all of that, uh-huh,
and you try, just try, not to be such a massive fucking arsehole.
I can try.
Nobody wanted this situation. I get it.
Let's not pretend it's anything more than just an arrangement for now.
[tuts] Okay.
[chuckles softly]
[tender strings rise]
[gentle folk rock music playing]
-[car squeaks] -[engine gurgles]
[engine rattles, stops]
[Rose] Good morning.
Since when do you smoke?
-Since a few minutes ago. -Jesus.
I just, um… [coughs] …wanted to check in after the other day, see how you're doing.
I'm no stranger to mental health problems.
You might remember I had my own wee meltdown a few years back.
Wee? You were talking in tongues. It was fucking weird.
-I was not. -Yeah.
That was just a joke Hardy made one time.
We all have our moments.
Who hasn't had a panic attack in this horrible world we live in, huh?
Rose, fuck sake.
Stop the cute act and tell me what the fuck it is you want.
-I just… -Just fucking what?
[sighs] Would you let me join your new department?
[laughs] Why on God's green earth would you want that?
Because I haven't been on an actual case in two years.
All they give me is paperwork no one else wants.
Frankly, it's better than nothing.
-What is it you think I'm doing? -I have no idea.
But I know Akram's helping you.
This morning he asked me to get him a pool car.
-So? -[snickers]
He's a civilian. You're letting him investigate.
He's my assistant. He's assisting me in my investigation.
[tuts] Is that how you think Moira would see it?
Oh, attagirl. Blackmail me. That'll get you what you want.
The last thing I need
is another person down here hogging all the air.
[sighs] I could cover old leads. Uh, take witness statements. Write up--
I'm doing all that.
-I'm a good digger. -A what?
Research. Digging. That's what I know how to do.
And Hardy knew that. He was the only one who had me figured out.
-Took me under his wing. -Ooh, did he, now?
Oh, don't say it like that. The man's lying in a hospital bed.
Not many men offer to help without strings.
-There's always a string. -[Rose snickers]
-Carl, that is just disgusting. He's-- -Hardy knew your old man.
-Oh. -Yeah, he was his training officer.
-Hardy never said anything. -He wouldn't.
So then, Hardy would definitely want you to take me on, wouldn't he?
[sighs]
We will try it for one day.
Thank you, Carl. Thank you. I--
[Carl] Shut up. I'm not done.
You can have one day,
and if you manage to not annoy me by the end of said day,
then maybe, maybe, I'll think about it.
Where do you want me?
For now, you can share that desk with Akram.
[pensive string music playing]
-You'll speak to Moira? Make it official? -Let's see how it goes.
[softly] Yeah, sure.
[girl 1] What cunt's been sleeping in my bed?
[girl 2] What cunt's been eating my porridge?
And what cunt's gonna get the fuck out
before I huff and puff and cut his fucking throat?
Go on, then.
[girl 2] What's your name?
I don't think the dog can talk.
-[thwack] -[tense music playing]
[cackles] Away you go, ya wee fuckin' prick!
[girl 1] Get tae fuck, ya fuckin' spastic!
-[indistinct shouting] -[breathing heavily]
[music fades]
[amplified crunching]
[wet chewing]
Do you mind?
Your chewing, it's loud.
Misophonia.
What?
My dad had it. It's a thing where a person's very sensitive to sounds.
I'm only sensitive to annoying sounds, like chewing.
[Rose slurps slowly]
-And slurping. -Oh, sorry.
Or your voice, frankly.
[exhales slowly]
Were you close with your father?
You want to talk about my family?
I could give a shit about your family. Your father. Were you close?
Uh…
He divorced my mum when I was five. Married a dental hygienist.
Actually, it was his dental hygienist.
-Do you talk to him still? -Now and then.
Birthdays, holidays, that sort of thing. But less and less.
He's got other kids. I can imagine us not speaking at all.
That would be okay?
It's not like there's a lot beyond that he made me with my mum.
Say he never spoke to you for 12 years.
What would make you wanna go and see him?
If he were sick. You know? Dying. Say goodbye.
Any other reason?
You want to know why Merritt went to Mhòr.
-Why didn't you say? -I'm trying to get to know you.
Ach, are you fuck.
Nah, Merritt's a totally different thing.
How so?
Well, her dad was a drunk. A shit.
He claims he had no idea she was coming, that this was last minute.
So maybe it is as simple as she was threatened and ran away.
-[Rose] That's the obvious choice. -[Carl] What's your theory?
You're asking what I think?
No doubt you have your own clever insight to counter my obvious one.
There was another reason Merritt went back,
and it had nothing to do with her dad.
I think she went back there to see someone else.
[Rose sighs pensively]
You knew that.
This was like a… teaching moment.
A what?
-You wanted to teach me. -I don't teach.
Look at you, being a right proper mentor and all.
-[Carl] I'm no one's fucking mentor. -I'm touched, really.
Are you through?
-Oh. -[Carl] Right.
Seeing as we don't have Merritt's phone, start with her work diary.
Go back three months.
Look for strange appointments, unexplained meetings, notes she made.
Okay. Um, does this mean I get to stay?
Go through her bank statements.
Anything that stands out, no matter how small.
Purchases. Places she went that don't make sense.
Uh, what about her email threats?
Traced to internet cafés, piggybacked from off-site.
Hmm. Be worth to see if anyone collected digital media from those places.
Anyone from here.
I doubt it, considering the investigation wasn't that thorough.
Which brings me to another way of looking at this.
[softly] Was it deliberately fucked up?
What, seriously?
Well, team leader was Fergus Dunbar, whose biggest case prior to this was
the Royal View Hotel housekeeping robbery and blackmail scandal.
I don't know that one.
[gasps] Right.
How did Dunbar get the case? Who was it who made the decision?
[mysterious music playing]
You want us to investigate us?
Starting now, yeah. We look at everyone.
[music fades]
D.C.I. Morck. How are you feeling?
I need a list of Merritt's colleagues she worked most closely with.
I thought maybe you were having a heart attack.
That would include magistrates and solicitors from the other side.
You must have their statements from last time.
Last time was bungled. I'd like to ask my own questions.
In your own careful way.
Did you know Merritt was receiving death threats?
Working here, it would be unusual if she hadn't been.
These threats don't correlate to any case.
Just someone who wanted to kill her.
[Stephen sighs loudly]
Among other things. Jesus.
She didn't mention this to you?
[sighs] No, but then again, she wouldn't have.
-Meaning she didn't trust you? -No.
Meaning that she was never one of us.
She wore the clothes, she spoke the language,
but she was always, as they say, on the outside looking in.
Because of who she was or how she was treated at work?
Oh, do fuck off, Carl.
I gave her more opportunities than anyone. I gave her my respect.
But Merritt, eh, she always wanted more.
She wanted your job?
She was in a hurry. Let's put it that way.
And then four years ago, she kills herself, and you thought what?
[sighs] I thought her darker side had finally caught up with her.
-Her darker side? -Merritt had secrets.
The answer to where she is now, be it above or below ground,
is likely to be found in one of them.
That's all you're giving me? That she, like the rest, had secrets?
That's all I have.
Oh, and, D.C.I. Morck,
in the future, I'd like you to keep in mind that I'm Lord Advocate
and not some crim you ambuscade in the car park.
If you wish to speak with me, arrange it through my office.
[car door opens]
-"Ambuscade." -[car door closes]
I'll remember that.
[engine starts]
[mysterious string music playing]
[glass clattering]
[Akram] Hey. Wake up.
[music fades]
Who the fuck are you?
Did you find these in the wall? Did you open the wall?
Open what wall?
The one upstairs. The one that has been ripped open.
-You a cop? -Please, answer my question.
-The other guy did that. -What other guy?
-You are a cop. -This guy?
Aye, him. The freak.
-[Akram] Where is he? -Don't carry a gun, do you?
It's not allowed. My dad was a cop.
What would I need a gun for?
The man that was here, that opened the wall. Where is he now?
I don't have to tell you. [grunts]
-[whimpers] -Where is he now?
[man grunting]
[groans]
It hurts, I know.
It's a pressure point.
Soon you will feel it behind your eyes, and then you will vomit.
He ran away. We don't know where he went. He ran down the road.
[man coughing]
[labored breathing]
Thank you very much.
-[Claire] Ah. -Afternoon, Mrs. Marsh.
Can you not leave me be?
William Lingard isn't in there, is he?
Of course he's not. He's at Egley House.
He was, but he ran off two days ago.
-What makes you think he's here? -This is CCTV from a mile up the road.
[Claire] Oh, William.
[Carl] He was here after Merritt disappeared.
He'd know the way.
He may, but he's not here.
You'd have no problem if we take a look around?
I have a massive problem with you having a look around.
[sighs sharply]
[sighs]
[Claire sighs]
-[Claire] Fred was a collector. -[Carl] Fred?
My ex-husband.
I only keep them up because they're calming.
-So you're not religious? -Not anymore.
[sighing] No.
After we lost our baby, my faith faded away,
along with my marriage.
I was lucky to get that job with William. It filled a void.
Merritt was always telling me I was too close.
I hope you never find her.
-Excuse me? -[Akram] Carl.
I don't mean that in a cruel way.
No?
Merritt was the most rueful person I've ever met.
Must be a relief for her, wherever she is.
[Akram] Carl.
[Claire gasps] William!
[slurping, gulping loudly]
[breathing heavily, quickly]
[Carl] I have to say, if I saw me on the telly,
I'd jump out of a window too.
[Akram] This comes from the house? From the box in the wall?
-[William] Mm. -Cormorant?
Or maybe a great northern diver. A shorebird, though.
Shorebird? You saw this bird on the water?
Maybe on the ferry?
The hat you wore on the ferry?
[grunts, sighs]
[Carl] Can he write?
He draws beautifully. You draw… beautifully.
He has aphasia. He can draw, but he can't write.
You saw someone with that hat on the ferry?
[William sighs]
Not on the ferry.
-At home. -[grunts happily]
You saw someone wearing that at home?
[intriguing string music playing]
At home and on the ferry?
Mm.
With Merritt?
[rain pattering gently]
[music continues]
-[Hardy] Scratch it! -[woman chuckles]
Stop it.
[Carl clears throat loudly]
[music fades]
Another reason people hate you. Your brilliant sense of timing.
He's English.
I'm so sorry. I'll leave you to it.
[Hardy] Aw, don't rush off on his account.
Another minute, her and I would've been making plans.
How's your wife?
So I went up to Mhòr yesterday.
Talked with Jamie Lingard, Merritt's father.
-Did you, now? -Mm-hmm.
You'd have liked him.
Proper sweetie.
He said that when she was younger,
she was not the upright citizen she became.
Not at all ambitious or motivated to do anything
beyond looking for a good time.
Makes you wonder what happened to her.
Did you read the file?
[tuts] Nah. Been super busy playing squash and going to the cinema.
And?
Whatever happened on the boat wasn't planned. Crime of opportunity.
-We both agree on that. -Bumped into the wrong someone.
That all you got?
I'm in bed reading a file. What do you expect?
[sighs]
-I enjoyed your press conference. -Fuck off.
No, you looked like you were in charge up there.
Once more, fuck off.
What happened?
I was ambushed. Wasn't prepared.
Really? It looked a lot like your wee arse dropped out.
Let's see how you deal with walking into a room of journos.
I can't walk.
[sighs]
Can you get me a computer?
[tuts] Depends.
You gonna pull the cripple card every time we have a row?
I might.
But if I'm gonna help, I'm gonna need a computer.
If I can't be out doing what I do normally,
I'm gonna have to do it another way, aren't I?
[tuts]
I'll get you one.
[intriguing percussive music playing]
[sighs]
Yep?
Word has it that your new assistant is running around like a cop.
He is a cop. Or he was, you know, back in Syria.
Except that, as I'm sure you're aware, this isn't Syria.
-No, there's actual sunshine in Syria. -Carl.
I gave him an errand, is all. Jesus.
His job is to sort and file.
Well, it's a waste of the man. He's good. Annoying… but good.
I'm gonna take Rose. Turns out she's not as dumb as she looks.
A, you can't say things like that anymore, and B, no, you're not.
We're close on Merritt Lingard.
Oh.
-Tell me. -Not yet.
Right. I can only assume you're full of your usual shite.
-Just give me Rose and a laptop. -You already got one.
-Akram doesn't. -He doesn't need one.
-Thanks, Mother. This was great. -Where you going?
-To my office. -Ah, would that it were so, hmm?
You seem to be forgetting to turn up to your appointments.
I'm not forgetting.
Oh, well, then you seem to be forgetting that these sessions are mandatory
when an officer's been in a shooting.
Do you want me to actually solve cases or sit around whining about my childhood?
[shudders] Oh.
I shudder when I think of you as a child.
Go to the sessions or I'll give your assignment to someone else.
[door slams]
So you ratted me out, huh?
-I'm worried about you. -Oh, well, that must gall you.
[tuts] I wasn't before, but I am now, after your little episode.
[sighs] I was dehydrated, okay?
I'd imagine you must have been, after all that sweating.
So you watched it?
Several times, with and without sound.
I had a panic attack once.
-It wasn't a panic attack. -Day of my wedding.
-Before or after? -During.
-The talky bit. -Nice.
Except I couldn't speak, so I couldn't say, "I do."
If I was a religious type, I'd say God was trying to rescue me,
but as a person of science, I'll say I got lucky.
Lucky?
It turns out he had a family back in Leeds.
-Wife, etc. -Awesome.
Yeah. Greedy fucker.
[chuckles] Not sure I could pull that off. Fucking logistics alone, Jesus.
I'm sure it wasn't easy. I mean, fair play to Albert.
Albert, yeah?
Mm-hmm?
Had you pegged as more of a Jake or a Luke type.
Anyway,
in case you missed it, that was me opening up.
Showing you how it's done.
Thank you, yeah. Very educational.
You're welcome.
They were here when we got in this morning.
Every case Merritt Lingard ever worked on.
[tuts] Okay, well, keep hold of them for a week or so,
and then send them all except the last five cases she worked on
back to the Procurator Fiscal.
-Serious? -You wanna go through 'em?
Shouldn't we?
[snickers] Only out of desperation. You are gonna go up to Mhòr tomorrow.
Weren't you just there?
We were. And it was so pretty, we thought that you should see it too.
-[box thuds] -Really?
[sighs] Right.
William Lingard was beaten by Harry Jennings during a robbery--
Jennings died trying to escape.
-I know this. -I'm showing you I've read the file.
How about showing me instead that you can wait until I'm fucking finished?
-How about that? -[sighs]
I want you to go up there and chat up the local law.
Prick named Cunningham.
-Chat him up? -You know, work him.
Something you're looking for?
Get him talking about the family, Jennings, anything…
he didn't tell me, basically.
-Why wouldn't he want to tell you? -[phone vibrating]
Carl and the constable did not get off on the right foot.
-Huh. Imagine that. -I've gotta go.
Does this mean I'm doing this because I'm a woman
and I can use that to soften him up?
-Or because I'm a good police offic-- -First one.
-Jasper? -[door slams]
Martin!
Right, talk to me.
He got a call from his mother.
Next thing, he's cursing a storm, tearing the place up.
-Things were better. -Apparently not.
-[Carl] Where did he go? -I don't know, but, um… he had a suitcase.
[sighs] Fucking hell.
[tense string music playing]
-[wind howling] -[rain pouring]
[thunder rumbles]
[Merritt] If there was no confrontation… No altercation.
If there was no altercation,
why didn't you call for an ambulance sooner, Mr. Finch?
It must have been obvious to you that your wife's injuries were severe.
[thunder rumbles]
-[man 1] …focused. -[man 2] Happy that's puréed enough?
-[man 1] That's good. -[man 2] Okay.
[man 1] He wants everything exactly right.
I've done this all by myself.
-[man 3] I'm so happy. I'm proud of you. -[man 2 laughs]
[man 2] I actually have.
[man 3] I knew that we were going to work together to make art.
[music intensifies]
[William screams]
[William panting, screaming]
[breathing heavily]
[mysterious string music playing]
"L. H."
"Why are you here?"
[mysterious music continues]
[phone vibrating]
Oh, fuck.
[sighing] Hi, Mum.
I'm at home.
I'm just… getting ready for a date. [chuckles awkwardly]
No, no, no, you've not met him, but he's… he's very nice.
Um…
Very successful.
Runs his own…
car service.
[sighs] No, Mum, he's not an Uber driver.
He's the owner.
Yeah, it's, um…
Daniel.
Boobrie.
Yeah, Mum, that is his name. Uh, look, I've gotta go.
Uh… I'm just out of the bath, and I need to dry off, okay?
Love you. Bye.
Fuck.
[music fades]
[intriguing folk rock music playing]
[music fades]
[ethereal string music playing]
[music fades]