Hey. Hey.
Stay there any longer and you'll have to buy another ticket.
- Don't tell me... you got separated from the herd. - Sorry?
Stag night.
I'm not with a herd.
I'm with the DUO Commonality Scheme.
"DUO Commonality...
"we train Commonwealth soldiers
in the UK emergency services.
"Diversity, Unity, Opportunity."
Sergeant Davis Lindo at your service.
Training programme starts Monday, Sergeant Lindo.
Yes, ma'am.
Today's Friday.
Yes, ma'am. But I wanted to introduce myself.
Thank you.
Right. Hmm!
So, ten years with the Royal Military Police.
Have you got investigative experience?
Serious crimes investigation, evidence collation,
witness interrogation, detainee handling.
All right! It's not your first rodeo, I get it.
So why a trainee programme?
This is a unique opportunity, ma'am.
I'm a proud Commonwealth citizen
and I've seen a lot of the world with the British Army.
This Commonality Scheme allows me to retrain
in British law enforcement.
No skill wasted, but new skills learned.
And also, ma'am, I just really, really want to be a detective.
Just not in Jamaica.
Jamaica is... not the place for me.
All right.
But just so you know, it's going to take more than a change of uniform
to convert you into one of my officers, right?
I will earn my place, ma'am.
Good, cos as of Monday, you'll just be a rookie like all the others.
Incident report you've been waiting for, boss.
Three minutes and 27 seconds.
Old Mallick thought you'd last a full five
before you'd come barging in here for a nosey.
Is he still here? He owes me a tenner.
This him, then?
Lindo, this is Detective Sergeant Bartlett.
You'll be shadowing her.
Sergeant Davis Lindo. Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
- Oh, I'm not your mum. - Oh! Neither am I, while we're at it.
"Boss" will do just fine.
You can call me "Bart".
Boss, Bart. Got it.
Right, well, off you go, then. Go and get yourself settled.
*CREDITS*
_
Hey.
What can I get you?
What do you recommend?
Enjoy!
Coburn will clean us up!
Oil, not soil! Oil, not soil!
- Disgusting! - The future is green!
To address the concerns about the merger with Zephel,
for 30 years, Coburn Gas and Oil has been a vital cog
in the wheel of this city's economy.
But the simple truth is that oil is running out.
Moving to renewables is not just the best solution for the business,
it is the best solution for the planet.
It took us a while to get on board the green train,
but now that we have, we are not getting off.
Save our jobs, save our jobs, save our jobs!
I know there are worries about jobs.
And I get it. I do. But in any restructure,
it is inevitable that certain roles will have to go.
But the retraining we're offering will give ample opportunity
to secure posts in the new company.
- But don't just take my word for it... - Your word means nothing!
..the person who not only spearheaded this merger
but who will bring her expertise to make us a major player
at the green energy table.
So please give here your warmest welcome,
the president of Zephel Renewables, Karolina Andersen!
Thank you, Clellan. Thank you.
So, in less than 48 hours, our two companies will become one.
It's not just a proud moment for us,
but for our two cities...
Stavanger, the oil capital of Norway,
and Aberdeen, the oil capital of the United Kingdom.
But this merger is about securing a future without oil,
something that Zephel achieved ten years ago.
We took the risks, we surmounted the obstacles,
and we proved that switching from
black gold to green energy can be done.
And we'll prove it again today in Aberdeen with you,
cos we're in this together.
This is not the end of an era of Coburn Gas and Oil
but the birth of a new one...
the birth of Coburn Renewables!
You're killing us, Coburn!
I'll kill you first, Clellan Coburn! That's a promise!
I mean, I don't think GQ will be calling any time soon,
but it'll do until the proper one's done.
Right. Evidence room, for all the evidence.
Er... My desk. Your desk.
Incident room, for major incidents.
- Interview room, for... - Interviewing people?
OK. What about this one?
The most important room in the station.
Forensics lab?
Close... but no Havana.
- Lindo, this is... - Detective Inspector Jaiyush Mallick.
You're in the handbook, sir.
- The what book? - The DUO Handbook...
Diversity, Unity, Opportunity.
Yeah, I know what DUO was. Just didn't know they'd nicked my picture
- for the instruction manual. - Handbook.
It's got case studies, diversity success stories.
And they're saying I'm one of them?
You think I got what I got cos of some diversity scheme?
Two years at Tynecastle, four pounding the beat,
two trapped in exam rooms, and before any of that,
20 at the University of Treated Like Crap
Cos I'm Brown And From Tory. That's how I got here.
I meant no offence, sir.
No? Well, tonnes taken.
I hate to interrupt the meet and greet.
You're needed at Standard Park.
- Probable homicide. - Oh.
Have you just promoted me, Mac?
Well, I've got a case debrief with the Super, so aye.
Consider yourself deputised.
Monty'll meet you there and you can take these two with you.
Great.
- Bring your own wheels. - Forgetting something?
Thanks a lot, Bart.
Wait here till I know what we're dealing with.
Whoa!
Yep. It's a biggie.
- Can I get you through? - You got any ID?
Where'd you get this, VistaPrint?
It's OK. Let him through.
I thought soldiers were supposed to be a patient bunch.
I was Royal Military Police. Impatience was an asset.
Er... Don't touch anything.
I know him.
So does most of Aberdeen.
His name's Clellan Coburn. He employs half the city...
or at least he did.
- I saw his show on Saturday. He's the energy guy, right? - Mm-hm.
Not looking very energetic now.
Give me that!
Didn't take them long.
Dumped in plain sight,
which is odd considering there's a big bloody wood to hide him in.
Maybe the killer wanted him to be found.
Yeah! Thanks, Sherlock.
Looks like the primary crime scene. Found the phone yet?
No, not yet.
Maybe the killer took it.
What, and leaves the wallet?
No. Clellan lives the other side of the city.
How did he get here?
And why was he brought here?
Public park at night.
Not that kind of park, Lindo.
- Looks pretty new. - Could belong to our killer.
- Or Coburn. - Yeah, or anyone who just happened to drop it there.
- Re-routing for you, Monty? - I'm on day release.
This is Davis Lindo, my new mentee.
- Our resident analyst, DS Simone Montrose. - Call me Monty.
And, erm, not an actual analyst. I just love data.
- Spotlight will be on this one, guv. - Just the way he likes it.
- Anything from the joggers? - Yeah. They found the body at 8am.
Said they ran the same route last night around 10.00.
They saw nothing unusual.
Guess it's somewhere to start a timeline.
Can't find Clellan's phone anywhere.
- Who's at the house? - Just uniforms.
They're expecting one of us at some point.
I'll head over after I've seen the doc.
- Get the incident room set up, yeah? - Yeah.
Bart, I need you on next of kin
before the Twitterverse gets a hold of this.
It's always me!
Yeah, well, bad news sounds better coming from a woman!
- No, it doesn't. - Just do it, Bart!
- Next of kin, who is it? - The heir apparent, of course.
What's the first question we ask in a murder inquiry?
Who has motive?
Nearly. Who benefits?
Clellan Coburn's obviously a big deal around here.
He's a local boy who done good, isn't he?
Built his empire from nothing, created thousands of jobs,
resisted countless attempts to buy or push him out.
So, yeah, Clellan Coburn's a proper man of the people...
..if you believe the PR.
And this merger with the green Norwegians...
Zephel. He should have been signing the contract about now
and the death warrant for most of those rigs out there...
rigs that little brother Shay Coburn
was desperate to keep open.
- He's the vice president. -But not as keen on saving the planet?
Maybe it's just a case of "Waste not want not".
While the oil's still there, why shouldn't they grab it?
Crap, we're too late.
Just remember what I said, OK?
You're an observer, nothing more.
You won't even know I'm there.
Tell that to your tie.
Er, just step aside. Thanks.
We're looking for Mr Coburn.
Thank you.
Shay Coburn's office, please.
- Ah, no problem, I'll take you over. - Fellow military man.
I can tell by your walk.
Yeah.
One of the first things we learned,
yet one of the hardest to unlearn.
This way.
If you're here to tell me about my brother, then a few thousand
others have beaten you to it.
We're very sorry for your loss, Mr Coburn, and for the delay
in getting here.
I'm Detective Sergeant Lara Bartlett.
This is my colleague, Trainee Detective Constable Lindo.
I was expecting a more senior officer.
Cora MacMillan, perhaps.
You know DCI MacMillan?
Well, our respective positions mean
that our paths inevitably cross, aye.
She's currently assembling the investigation team, Mr Coburn.
- The case has become her top priority. - Aye.
Can I get you anything?
We're fine, thank you.
Stay, if you will, please, Ewan.
That's all right, isn't it?
Of course.
Mr Coburn, can you tell me when you last saw your brother?
Saturday, at the company open day.
And how did he seem?
Anything out of the ordinary?
He was cantankerous and...
..argumentative, spoiling for a fight.
So nothing out of the ordinary there, no.
That sounds very flippant, but...
..it's been a very stressful time, the merger and...
Do you know of Clellan's whereabouts yesterday?
He was here, I expect.
Security can confirm.
Did he often work Sundays?
He worked every day.
I was always telling him he needed to slow down, but...
..he...
I'm sorry.
Do we have to do this now?
Like, right now?
No, of course not.
But we will need to speak to you again at some point.
Aye.
We'll keep you updated.
One final thing...
it's not pleasant, I'm afraid.
The body has to be formally identified
before the postmortem can be done.
You're listed as Clellan's next of kin,
but if there's another relative...
No, no, it was just us.
I'm sorry, I don't think I can face that.
I'll do it.
At least one verifier must be a family member, I'm afraid.
What do you mean, at least one?
It is a potential homicide, Mr Coburn.
Formal identification must be made by two people.
I think Mr Coburn would like some privacy now.
Of course.
If you do think of anything else...
And someone will be in touch about the identification.
Once again, Mr Coburn, we're very sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
We have a witness who saw you arguing
at the open day, Mr Coburn.
Lindo...
What did you say?
Nothing.
We're leaving.
- I'll walk you out. - It's OK. We know the way.
My condolences, Mr Coburn.
What was all that about?
We have a witness?!
Yes, me.
And they were having a serious disagreement.
They're brothers. Brothers fight.
Even if I'd known they were brothers, what I witnessed
was more than sibling rivalry,
and knowing they're on opposite sides of the energy fence,
well, one of them was going to lose big today, Bart.
I'd say dying's pretty big, Lindo.
Exactly.
The merger disappears and the rigs keep drilling.
You said look at who benefits.
I also said you were not to speak.
Look, Lindo, if it's going to be too tough for you to follow
basic orders, we're going to have a problem.
Are we going to have a problem?
- We are not. - Good.
But did you notice how Shay Coburn didn't ask a single question
about Clellan's death... how he died, who might have killed him?
That's odd, right?
That's the shock.
He'll be extra quizzical once he's done the ID.
Oh, good. It's working.
Thanks, Monty.
This is your case tab.
It's like a digital case file... statements, photos, whatever,
it all ends up on there.
It's really easy, a four-year-old could use it.
- I think a four-year-old designed it. - Right.
Have we found Clellan's phone yet?
He don't own one.
Honest, I couldn't find anything registered for him.
Clellan was old school, apparently.
No tech, no TV.
A look you in the eye, spit and handshake kind of guy.
How do you run a company without technology,
two days before a merger?
Oh, God...
Really, Lindo?
- Yes? - Shay Coburn was arguing with Clellan on Saturday,
so shouldn't we be questioning him?
We have done this before, you know?
Have we got a time of death yet?
Yeah, doc reckons early hours of this morning.
Right. Well, Shay Coburn was at a fundraiser till at least 3am.
I ken that cos I was there,
although I doubt his hangover's as bad as mine.
He could have hired someone.
That bodyguard, Ewan.
He's ex-military.
Definitely capable.
OK, he will be questioned, Lindo. Dinnae you worry.
You see, I'm not liking this big blank space after 8pm.
CGO's security confirms he was driven home
around 7:30 after work.
After that, though, nada.
Driver checks out.
Aye. House is pretty isolated.
You can march a brass band up that driveway and
no-one would notice.
There is a guy from Saturday's demo
we should probably take a look out.
I'll kill you first, Clellan Coburn! That's a promise.
I like him.
He's scrappy. Haphazard.
Like our crime scene.
Does Mr Angry have a name?
Well, assuming he's a CGO employee, HR have sent over a list,
but there's well over 1,000 names on it.
And we asked Clellan's solicitor for this, well, three years ago.
Go and rattle them, will you?
Tell them it's a murder inquiry.
If we ask for something, we have to get it.
- Body? - At the mortuary.
Evidence is on its way to the lab,
and that doc is itching to dive into the PM.
Monty's let Shay Coburn know.
Oh, and best telephone voice, please.
- Yeah. - Oh, and while you're at it, Bart,
can you ask his solicitor to do a second ID, please?
- I mean, sooner the better, eh? - Boss.
And then we can start asking questions.
Yes, Lindo?
Yes, boss!
I'll just take you this way, please.
So we're clear this time?
I do not speak unless spoken to.
If I'm tempted to speak, I resist that temptation.
In a nutshell.
I'm really sorry, Bart, but that's not going to happen.
Er... Lindo!
Come on, mate.
- Believe me, there's no harm done. - It's OK. You can let him go.
Please.
- Annie Farquhar? - Yes.
DI Lara Bartlett, North-eastern Murder Investigation Team.
And that is my colleague, Davis Lindo.
You're here for the will, I presume.
Do you mind telling us what the hell we just walked into?
That was Mr Pruitt, one of the satellite investors.
The merger would have left lots of CGO's long time
contractors high and dry.
Clellan offered them a chance to invest in Coburn Renewables
to soften the blow.
And now that's not happening they want their money back?
Guy's not even cold.
It's just business,
I know that, but their money's in escrow and it can't be returned
until CGO's accounts are unfrozen.
Do you know when we're going to get a death certificate?
Whenever the postmortem is done.
If you'll come and make a formal ID, we can do it a lot faster.
Will Shay Coburn be there?
Possibly.
Would that be a problem?
I suppose it doesn't matter any more.
Jenny, bring in the box.
What does it say exactly?
"I, Clellan Roy Coburn of Estuary Wing View,
in order to settle the succession of my estate..."
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Just skip to the winner, Bart.
"specific legacies.
"I bequeath the entirety of my estate, sole beneficiary,
"Karolina Andersen."
It's dated a month ago, Annie Farquhar witnessed it and,
according to her, nobody else knew.
- What? Not even Karolina Andersen? - No-one.
What's on the flash drive.
Don't know. Neither does Annie Farquhar.
Damn. It's password protected.
She didn't give us a password.
Clellan added it last week.
If he died before the merger, the drive would come to us.
Right, so Clellan knew he was in danger.
Or someone was after that drive.
Well, Staring at me ain't going to make the password appear.
I thought Clellan didn't do technology.
Then he got someone to help him.
- Someone he trusted. - Trusted as in
"Here's everything I own plus control of my oil company"?
Right, Mallick, you can go and see Ms Andersen.
- Mm. - Oh, come on, boss! She's our lead.
All you did was pick up a box.
Yep?
Hey, Monty, is that a logo?
Let me enhance it.
I thought that was a CGO guy.
Part time job to top up the wages.
TBS...
The Bodach Stone?
Aye, trust you to know the classy joints, eh, Bart?
Why don't you go and see if they knew our Mr Angry?
Can you not put a uniform on it?
Aye, I could, but I'm asking you to do it, so...
You and Mallick?
There's no me and Mallick.
We came through training together.
He's a detective inspector now.
Only just.
It's a healthy rivalry, that's all.
You must have had similar yourself.
What about you and your dad, eh?
RMP versus JCP.
Jamaican Constabulary Police, no less.
Yeah, I know what it is.
He was pretty high up, from what I read.
I...
might have done a Google. Due diligence.
You've got a ticket.
And you don't want to talk about your dad.
Got it.
Manager about?
How do you know I'm not the manager?
Lucky guess.
Manager, please.
Isla.
But she's not here.
She visits her Frank on Mondays.
- Prison? - Cemetery.
We're looking for one of your colleagues.
Nah, doesn't work here. Sorry.
Why is he wearing one of those shirts?
I didn't introduce myself.
I'm Davis.
Davis Lindo.
Hannah. Coutts.
Like the bank, not the birds.
And...
..he still doesn't work here.
Really?
What do you want him for anyway?
Protesting isn't illegal.
- But murder is. - Murder?
Nice one, Lindo.
King Coburn.
You think that Rory Dashford killed him?
Oh, I thought you didn't know him.
You asked if he worked here, not if I knew him.
Was Mr Dashford in here last night?
No idea. I wasn't on.
He'll be in later, though.
Always is after work.
That's why we gave him a shirt,
because he's in here more than us.
And he works at CGO?
The refinery? Yeah.
You going to arrest him?
No-one's being arrested.
Come on.
Hey, wait.
For the Hall of Fame.
A most peculiar day.
Yeah, not the one you were expecting.
No. Certainly not.
And in such tragic circumstances, Froken Andersen.
It's just Karolina.
It just doesn't seem real.
Please.
Do you have a suspect?
Inquiries are at a very early stage.
Keeping our options open.
Of course.
And what about you?
As I said, the hotel can confirm I haven't left the building
since my lunchtime walk yesterday.
I meant do you have a suspect?
Are you asking me to point fingers?
You just asked us to.
Well, you're better equipped.
It's your city, not mine.
I will say, though, that Clellan seemed a bit...
_
..strange. He seemed a bit strange.
He wasn't his usual, know what I mean?
Was something troubling him?
It was such a big deal, I'd be surprised if there wasn't.
I don't know, it's just something I noticed.
Clellan should be here right now celebrating a great success.
Instead...
..we are facing his greatest fear.
What do you mean, his greatest fear?
His brother, of course.
Clellan feared Shay?
It's the company Clellan feared for.
Shay's not a businessman, never was.
He styles himself as this maverick risk-taker,
but really he's just a poker player
gambling with his brother's money.
And Clellan was a pushover.
It was his biggest, perhaps only, flaw.
We have a word for people like him in Norway...
toffelhelt.
It's Mark Twain who said that there's only two things in life
that are for certain... death and taxes.
There is a third.
That with Shay Coburn in charge,
- CGO will disappear long before oil ever does. - Mm.
Shay Coburn isn't in charge.
You are.
That's him. That's Rory Dashford.
Rory?
Rory!
Hey... Hey!
Hey, are you trying to kill me?
Let's calm down, Rory.
You two are quite done?
Whoa.
What's this all about, eh?
It's a shame I've only got the one pair.
Come on, let's get this over with.
Rory Dashford, I am arresting you under section one
of the Criminal Justice for Scotland Act, for murder.
Everything?
Lock, stock and every 42 gallon barrel.
Clellan and I talked many times about many things,
but never about that.
You sure?
It must have been pretty personal to make him leave you his entire estate.
- Oh, I didn't make Clellan do anything. - Persuade, then.
Huh...
God, how very disappointing.
Do you know how many times do I have to put up with insinuations like that?
Every time I walk into a room, it's in every glare, every whisper.
Not just the men. Women, too.
But as an innovator,
do you know what I find more offensive than the actual
comment itself, Detective?
It's the lack of imagination.
See, I'm not paid to have an imagination.
I'm paid to find the facts.
Did you have a sexual relationship with Clellan Coburn?
No, I didn't.
Clellan did leave one other bequest. To us, actually.
A flash drive.
We're trying to trace who gave it to him.
OK, I don't know what you're talking about, but...
..instead of focusing on those who benefit from Clellan's death,
why don't you look at those who doesn't?
Yeah. Hell hath no fury like a brother scorned.
Is it so hard to believe that Shay knew about the will?
He has eyes everywhere.
Let us worry about Shay Coburn.
I wanted the merger to happen,
I wanted it passionately.
Why would I kill Clellan?
Because maybe you knew about the will, too.
You also knew Clellan came with baggage.
Yeah, and if there's no Clellan, there's no baggage.
You have complete control now of both companies.
All you need to do is update the paperwork,
throw in a clause removing Shay.
- You're done and dusted by Friday. - Mm.
You make a strong case.
The facts make the case.
Well, then, allow me to correct one.
There was no baggage because Shay
wasn't supposed to be a part of Coburn Renewables.
The removal clause was already in there.
And Clellan agreed to it?
It was Clellan's idea.
Guv's still out. He's going to quiz Rory in the morning.
Did you have to arrest him, Bart?
He ran.
Lindo...
"When I'm ready." I tell you...
A bit of sensitivity would be appreciated.
Rory Dashford, #CoburnKiller it's all over social media.
- That bloody barmaid. - It...
It just kind of slipped out.
You know what else is slipping? Our credibility.
Shay Coburn saw it, didn't he?
The whole flipping world saw it!
You know, and that is the second time today
that Shay has been at the bottom of our call list.
Although I may have got on his case about ID-ing his brother.
What, he's still not done it?
No! No, and Doc Gavin's that impatient
he's probably committing his own murder
just so he's got something to cut up.
Look, mistakes are fine...
as long as we're learning lessons from them.
- Yes? - Yes, boss.
Now, now you've only get Dashford for 24 hours.
Do your homework first.
Sorry, I'm never late. Never.
I read your notes on Karolina Andersen.
Clellan was about to drop Shay.
We should bring him.
24 hours you've been here, soldier, and you think you run the place.
Sit down, have a nap.
Be a good little rookie.
The most serious thing on Rory's record is petty theft.
Well, maybe he's stepping things up.
To first degree murder?
Look at him.
He's terrified.
Wouldn't you be?
Honestly? Not if I was guilty, no.
No comment.
It's not a no comment question, Rory, OK?
No comment.
Suit yourself.
But if you do want a solicitor, let us know, all right?
- No comment. - OK, look, this "no comment" crap
might work on the telly, but in real life, not a good look.
Not when you're bang to rights on camera threatening to kill a guy
who then actually gets killed.
It's time to start talking, Rory.
- I can't! - You can't?
No, no, really. I mean... I can't.
The whole night is a blank.
Look, whatever happened to Coburn, I had nothing to do with it.
Well, how do you know if the night was a... A blank?
You're going to fit me up for this, aren't you?
I mean, you're fitting yourself up.
Look, you probably wouldn't be sitting there right now
if you hadn't have run.
So why did you, if you're innocent?
Because you lot called me a killer on the internet!
For the purposes of the DIR,
Detective Chief Inspector MacMillan has just entered the room.
Mallick, got five?
Definitely.
Interview suspended at 09:45.
That boy is no more Clellan Coburn's killer than I am.
You're not serious?
About Rory?
I'm serious about all suspects.
He's only in there because he ran,
and he only ran because of something we...
I did.
No, Rory's in there because he threatened to kill Clellan Coburn.
It's just too easy, isn't it?
The Rorys of this world.
Meaning?
There's two actual suspects out there,
but we're not going nowhere near them.
Why? Because they're important, influential, powerful.
What's more important than finding the truth?
Be very careful with the next words out of your mouth.
Rory Dashford and others like him,
we put them in pathetic paper suits
every time they shout a bit too loud,
because Rory's not important,
Rory hasn't got influence,
and Rory hasn't got power.
But he has got DNA, tonnes of it.
All over the key, along with another unidentified strand.
So you've heard of the three strikes rule?
I have, boss.
Well, this is your second.
And if you think I'm kidding, then...
you're welcome to try me.
You see, this is my team, Lindo,
and you're privileged to be on it.
So if I hear crap like that again, I will drop you.
Understood?
Boss.
I heard you were down here.
If MacMillan had her way,
I'd be halfway across the Atlantic Ocean,
- cuffed to a food rolley. - In a paper suit?
I'm sorry, Bart.
I don't know what that was about. It wasn't personal.
I know.
Because you don't know me.
When I was a rookie, it took me two months to even open my mouth.
But I'm not a rookie.
I've been doing this for ten years.
Different battlefields.
Look, no-one thinks you're stupid.
Stop treating us like we are.
You left these in the ops room.
Thanks.
You coming, or what?
Oh, here they are.
Poster Boy and Supergirl.
Actually, I think I'll just head home.
Permission denied.
And now for a closer look
at the life and career of Clellan Coburn
as local residents come to terms
with the news of his shocking and untimely death.
Growing up when somebody close died,
we'd celebrate the life
and joy of the person, the whole family, friends telling stories,
plenty of food, rum and music.
We call it Nine-Night.
I wonder if anyone's doing that for Clellan Coburn tonight.
Clellan.
Who died? When you were growing up?
My mother.
How old were you?
- 14. - Oof, man.
I'm so sorry.
Private party, hmm?
- Oh, just winding down, guv. - Aye?
Well, so are we.
Don't you want to come over and bond with your new regiment?
Maybe we could find some, what do you call it... commonality?
I'm just having the one, thanks.
Whatever floats your helicopter, soldier.
RMP.
What's that?
Royal Military Police, guv.
What is your problem, huh?
- No-one's got a problem, guv. - Oh, are you speaking for him now?
I'm going to catch up.
Thanks for the drink and...
just, thanks.
That's right. Run away.
I heard you're quite good at that.
What did the guv mean about you being quite good at running away?
What does Google say?
Don't tempt me.
Maybe the guv thinks leaving the army and coming here
- was running away. - And was it?
I just want to be a detective.
Why did you follow me?
To see what you were following.
Just a hunch.
We need to speak to Isla Breck.
Aye, Rory was here all night on Sunday.
Right to last orders?
No, I mean he was here all night.
He slept on my couch.
I live upstairs.
That a regular thing?
Only when he gets so drunk he blocks out.
You think I'm irresponsible, don't you?
Letting him get in such a state?
We're not here to judge.
Rory's got demons.
I don't know what they are, but he's going to drink regardless.
If I let him do it here at least he's safe.
I have proof, detectives.
Got it.
What's the time stamp on that?
7:12.
And that's him leaving,
10:04 Monday morning.
He's definitely wearing the same clothes.
You're sure he couldn't have slipped out during the night
and returned without you knowing?
The only place slipped that night,
Detective, was into his own unconsciousness.
We're going to need a copy of that tape.
Right...
Wait.
This does mean Rory's cleared, right?
You're going to release him?
We'll assess what you've given us along with the other evidence.
What other evidence?
There can't be any.
He wasn't there.
He didn't do it.
We can't discuss that, I'm afraid.
Thanks for your time, Mrs Breck.
Do you believe her?
Even if I did, it still doesn't explain Rory's key
at the crime scene.
There's no trace of him on anything else, though.
Gloves, Lindo.
We should test his clothes. They're bagged at the station, right?
Yes. They're being tested.
Why do you think we put him in the paper suit?
Oh, apart from wanting to dehumanise him, obviously.
We should tell Mallick at least.
No chance.
You saw the state of him earlier, imagine what he'll be like now.
Go home, Lindo. Get some rest.
We'll update everyone in the morning.
Safety in numbers.
Safety from what?
You can't be serious, Bart.
Ted Bundy had better alibis than that.
CCTV's useless, right?
It's watching from the front.
Dashwood could have just slipped out the back.
He wasn't capable of going anywhere, according to Isla Breck.
Well, if Rory did sneak out, his phone stayed
in Isla Breck's flat. Got his data back.
At least his phone's got an alibi, eh, Bart?
Sorry, am I doing this myself?
This was your hunch.
Trying to think before I speak.
Right, Shay Coburn on the wonder board, please, Monty.
Quick as you like.
So, two whole days
and he still hasn't identified his own brother.
Maybe he's afraid of what the doc's going to find.
Mm, that's what I'm beginning to think.
Maybe we have afforded him too much respect.
Right. The high-tech crime unit,
what are they doing with the flash drive?
We're in a queue. They're thankful for our patience and our custom
is very important to them.
And the mystery DNA on the key?
What about Isla Breck?
Who's Isla Breck, now?
She runs Rory's local. She alibi-ed him for Sunday night.
And did you get her DNA?
No.
We were off duty.
You're never off duty in a murder case.
Your pocket should be stuffed with swab kits.
Now, go on.
Incriminate her or eliminate her,
I don't care which.
Not you as well.
Why? Who else was asking for her?
Didn't get a name.
Came in an hour ago and whisked her off for a long lunch.
- Can you describe him? - Her.
30s, blonde, labels all over the place.
Had a bit of an accent.
Yeah, that's her.
Well, something's going on with them, guv.
Lindo...
Listen, we're five minutes from Andersen's hotel.
No, we've got to tread carefully.
What, like we have with Shay Coburn?
Look, Bart, if Andersen has been holding back and she knows we know,
she'll be on the first plane to Oslo and we'll never see her again.
It's Stavanger, guv.
I don't care if it's Timbuktu. She's not leaving Aberdeen.
We could lose both of them if we don't move now.
Drive over if you have to,
but you stay outside.
Do not enter that hotel and do not
attempt to engage with Karolina Andersen.
That's an order.
Guv.
How does it take an hour to get here?
Maybe Karolina and I are... you know?
What, an item?
Just trying to think of anything that might link them.
The three main motives for murder: money, sex, revenge.
A lot of that going off in the Army, was there?
Well, not so much the money.
How would they meet, anyway, Isla and Karolina?
I mean, they're from completely different worlds.
Yeah, this is 2022, Bart.
And there is Isla Breck.
- The person you're calling... - Oh, damn it, Mallick!
We're not just going to sit here?
You heard him, stay put.
Bart, come on!
You're on your third strike, remember?
- He said not to approach Andersen. - I know.
He didn't say anything about Isla.
OK, Lindo. But my way.
Slow down.
We don't want to alert her.
I know how to follow a suspect, Lindo.
What the...?
No... Bart?
No, no, no... Lindo!
Lindo!
Three Delta Echo Seven, this is DS Bartlett,
North-eastern MIT.
I need a response unit to Windmill Brae, now!
Detective!
Abduction in progress, confirm one hostage.
Repeat, confirm one hostage.
Update, confirm two hostages.
Repeat, confirm two hostages.
Davis!
LINDO!
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