Ten years with the Royal Military Police.
I know him. He's the energy guy, right?
His name is Clellan Coburn.
Kill you first, Clellan Coburn. That's a promise!
Whatever happened to Coburn, I had nothing to do with it.
- Who's Isla Breck now? - She runs Rory's local.
I bequeath the entirety of my estate to Karolina Andersen.
We saw you arguing.
That's right, run away. I heard you're quite good at that.
Argh! Lindo!
*CREDITS*
I've just sent you over a van reg. Can you check it for me?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Lindo, are you sure you're OK?
I'm fine.
I just hope Isla is too.
Who was that you was fighting with over there?
Oh, that lot. It's not like the thing's still on fire.
All I wanted was a quick snap.
We didn't find anyone else in there,
but we've got half of Scotland out searching for them.
What about Isla's phone?
Nah. It's probably somewhere in that lot.
Lindo, phones can be replaced, people can't.
You gave us a real fright back there.
Even the guv was worried.
Where is he?
Reading the riot act to Karolina Andersen.
What happened in there?
It's still a little hazy.
You know, you're going to have to give a full statement.
Did you get a closer look at the driver's face?
I was trapped in a hotdog box, Bart.
It was all I could do to stay on my feet.
Maybe he crashed on purpose?
No.
No, I don't think so.
Lindo, are you...?
I'm fine.
It's nothing.
Probably the adrenaline.
Yeah?
Really?
OK. Yeah.
Yeah. Thanks.
The van plate?
Yeah. And it's not just any old van. It's a CGO van.
But Rory Dashford's in custody.
So, he's working with someone else.
Or he's not involved at all. A CGO van, Bart.
Shay Coburn?
Well, you've had quite enough excitement for one day.
Besides, even if Karolina Andersen hasn't wielded the axe
just yet, Shay Coburn isn't at work.
Why? Where is he?
The mortuary.
Yes, that's Clellan Coburn.
My brother.
Thanks for that, Shay.
I know that must have been difficult.
I appreciate you coming in.
I had two of your team doorstepping me in the elevator.
I didn't have much choice.
It was me that didn't have any choice.
You know the first 48 hours in an investigation like this,
they're critical.
I wasn't prepared to hang about any longer.
At least now we can get on with the postmortem.
You get to the other ID?
Had it since Monday.
Erm...
Who was it? Was it Ewan MacClure?
He works for me.
Doesn't matter who it was.
Look, what's important now is that we don't waste any more time.
If you'd just like to follow me down to the station
- and we can have a chat. - Ooph.
It's all...
It's too overwhelming, Cora.
I don't even feel like it's sunk in yet.
I know. I know, look, it's just...
Just a wee chat, Shay.
In, out, done.
I need to meet the board and they need to know what's going on.
Everything now is on my shoulders.
Is that more important than catching your brother's killer?
Hmm?
This way, Miss Andersen.
As I said, one meeting hardly constitutes a relationship,
business or otherwise.
What was the meeting about?
It's confidential.
Look, someone just snatched Isla off the street, threw her in a van
and drove away.
And with one of my officers too.
Now, what were you talking about? Come on, give me something.
You can't seriously believe Isla's involved in Clellan's murder?
I didn't say anything about a murder.
And you haven't answered the question.
Look, what happened to Isla is obviously terrible,
but it has nothing to do with our meeting.
No-one even knew we were having one.
Well, someone knew she was at your hotel.
Maybe she was followed.
I'm sorry, Detective, but you're looking for answers
- I simply can't give you. - Can't or won't?
Look, I don't give a damn about your confidentiality, Karolina.
A woman's life is at stake.
Does that really mean so little to you?
I'm not completely heartless.
Well, prove it.
Why were you meeting with Isla Breck?
I promised I'd get you admitted for at least a week.
- Promised who? - Everyone.
All right, not everyone. Just Mallick.
It's just a few scratches.
I've had much worse than this.
Oh, aye, don't tell me...
- firefight in Helmand. - Close.
Ambush in Kabul.
Spent a month at the med base and another five at Frimley Park.
No more hospitals.
Not ever.
Get that, will you?
I might have to arrest myself.
- It's MacMillan. - Hmm?
We have Shay Coburn at the station.
No. Forget it, Lindo.
Observation room's as far as you're getting.
- Two million? - Yes.
- Pounds? - Yeah.
To Isla Breck?
Clellan was supposed to approach Isla after the merger was signed,
and that obviously didn't happen.
So when you told me about the will,
I realised I could still make good on Clellan's wishes.
So I approached Isla instead, and that's why she was in my hotel room.
That's an honourable thing to do.
No, it's the right thing to do.
Inheritance or no inheritance, it's still Clellan's money to me.
He obviously meant for some of it to go to Isla.
But... why?
Compensation. Or shall I say, proper compensation?
For the accident that killed Isla's husband.
Accident?
Codes have been changed.
Oh, Jesus.
- How's Lindo? - He's in with Everett giving a statement.
- He should be in hospital or at home. - Tried, failed.
Well, look, I'm still at the postmortem, and the boss
- is in there with Coburn. - Any news on Isla?
No, but we have got this.
Karolina Andersen tipped us onto it.
- Crushed to death in a rig accident? - Isla's husband.
Now that is what I call a link.
- Right, are we going in or what? - Yeah.
CGO operate hundreds of vehicles.
Aye, but we're only interested in one.
That one.
I have over 2,000 employees, Cora.
You can't expect me to know what every one of them is doing.
This is a violent abduction, not only of Isla Breck,
but of one of my officers,
in broad daylight, by someone driving a CGO van,
two days after your brother was murdered.
For the last time, I don't deal with bloody vans.
- Ach, look, I'm sorry, but this is... - It's all right.
Look, we talked to your transport department.
So they gave us a list of everyone that's authorised to drive
this particular van.
And one of them's a friend of yours.
Ewan MacClure.
He's not a friend. He's an employee.
He's an ex-military one-man tank.
More than capable of shoving a woman into a van.
So we need to find him... now.
Do you know where he is?
I'm not his mother.
Mm. He's close enough that you think he'd
ID'd your brother earlier.
Ewan MacClure does a job.
I pay him for it. That's it.
Aye.
Although nobody seems to ken what that job is.
So, he's been in Aberdeen for what, three years?
Straight out of discharge, walks into a job at CGO
and he's been joined at your hip ever since.
I don't know what you're saying here.
You seem to be insinuating something. What is it?
I'm insinuating that it was Ewan MacClure who kidnapped
Isla Breck and my officer, and he was doing so under your orders.
What the hell, Cora?
- You can't speak to me like that. - I need to ask you again, Shay.
Are you sure you don't know Isla Breck?
I've come here voluntarily and I've cooperated fully.
But we're done now.
If you want to speak to me again, I suggest you,
you contact my solicitor.
Your Mr MacClure could have been driving that van and he's able.
Why didn't the boss tell Shay that we knew about Frank Breck?
Because I was trying to catch him out in a lie.
Boss, about what happened.
There was a threat to life. I thought I could save her.
I know why you did it.
Am I happy about it? No. No, I'm bloody well not.
But you're all right.
Thank God.
So I'll be parking that third strike for now,
if that's what's worrying you.
Have you given your statement?
Just finished.
Go home, Lindo. Get some rest.
Think about what a close call you had today.
On all counts.
Sorry, Doc. Traffic was murder.
Very droll.
Where are we at?
These burns, I suspect,
are from being dragged across the ground,
not from being tied up.
Knots were quite loose.
One-handed bowlines, if I'm not mistaken.
Same on his ankles.
Just enough to restrain him, then?
Yes.
If he'd lived, the marks would have faded by now.
No defensive wounds anywhere
or signs of a struggle, which usually means one of two things.
Compliance or chemicals.
What? You think he was drugged?
Toxicology will enlighten us at some point, I'm sure.
Well, I was hoping for a swifter cause of death, Doc.
I'm sure he was too.
Sorry, Mallick, but without a decent stab wound, a gunshot
or even a common or garden blunt force trauma to go off,
I could be here a while, I'm afraid.
Give me a time of death, at least.
Around 1am Monday morning.
Give or take.
The person you're calling can't take your call at the moment.
Please leave your message after the tone.
You can re-record your message by pressing hash.
The agreement was that we keep a sensible distance,
not for you to disappear altogether.
You will phone me.
God help you if you don't.
Thanks for the ride.
Oh, hang on.
It'll probably need charging.
Thanks.
Do you want to come in?
I've waited days to come and have a nose around, Lindo.
What do you think?
What do you think of your accommodation?
It's better than the barracks.
Your mum's very beautiful.
She wanted me to be a cricketer.
She named me after her favourite fast bowler, Winston Davis.
Sounds like you were close.
I was an only child.
Ah. Explains a lot.
Uh, she, uh, she gave me this when I left for the Army.
It's a mala for protection.
Tell her she needs a refund.
Oh...
Sorry.
Just say it, Bart.
It's why you're here.
OK.
It was reckless, what you did today.
- It was instinctive. - It was stupid.
You're on your third strike, remember?
And I don't think that's going to help you.
- I'm all right, Bart. - Just...
..get some rest, OK?
See? Everyone caves eventually.
You can thank me later.
- My partner. - Right.
I better not keep her waiting.
Sure.
Patient, isn't she?
Thank you.
Everything all right?
You've already asked me that.
You never answered.
I'm driving.
Oh, Jesus, Lindo, are you going to drink that or what?
Sorry.
Me too.
About yesterday.
Which bit?
Don't push it.
Can I just ask you something?
And you can tell me to mind my own business if you want.
I won't. But I know what you're going to ask,
and I don't really want to go back there.
If that's OK with you.
Kabul.
Oh. No, actually,
it was about your dad.
Why don't you have any pictures of him in your place?
He's... camera shy.
He's one of the top brass in the Jamaican police,
that's an occupational hazard.
I know what he does, Bart.
Sorry.
Sore subject?
Er, what's he doing here?
I'm fine.
I want to work.
Don't be a martyr, Lindo. If you need to take time, take more time.
I'm watching him.
Aye, me too.
Right, Doc Gavin, how is he leaning on the cause of death?
Heart attack. But he won't commit until the tox comes back.
There were also sleeping pills
found at Clellan's night stand, which may explain the lack of a struggle.
So maybe it was an accidental death
after a botched kidnapping?
No, we treat it as a homicide until the evidence shows us
otherwise, OK?
- Nothing on Isla yet? - A few reported sightings overnight,
but they weren't her.
Are you sure she didn't mention anything
on that wee joyride of yours, Lindo?
Sorry, boss.
Well, someone's keeping secrets.
Talking of secrets, Monty.
_
Frank Breck, Isla's late husband.
She's got pictures of him all over her apartment.
Yet she forgot to mention that he died on a CGO rig
when you were questioning her.
She also neglected to mention that Clellan was about to give her
two million quid.
So maybe Isla discovered something about the accident, OK,
felt she'd been short-changed, extorted Clellan for more money.
It's a bit stupid to kill him before she got the cash, boss.
Guys, look.
Frank Breck died September the 12th, 2011.
Clellan Coburn died September 12th.
And we don't believe in the C-word, do we?
Right, Bart, you and Lindo go to Isla's flat,
see if the SCs have missed anything, but be discreet, OK?
And you, you go and dig a bit deeper with Karolina.
Take your big-boy shovel with you this time, eh?
Didn't your lot get what they needed yesterday?
We just want to be thorough.
Word is, Isla's in some kind of trouble.
Is it all mixed up in that murder, Clellan Coburn?
Sorry, Hannah,
but we're not allowed to talk about active investigations.
I'm sure Isla's going to be very grateful to you when she gets back.
- If she gets back. - You'll be back
a lot sooner if you just let us get on.
What?
So no news on Isla Breck, I take it?
Not yet, but we're hoping you can help with that.
How intriguing.
This extra compensation that Clellan was so keen to pay Isla.
And you want to know why now?
Among other things.
What other things?
Well, we know there was an initial settlement.
Yes, the 25,000.
25.
- I mean, that's... - Appalling? Insulting, I know.
So this 2 mill was, what, a balancing payment?
Or is that Clellan's guilty conscience paying Isla Breck
for the whole 11 years?
Clellan might have been a very wealthy man, Mr Mallick,
but he wasn't Bill Gates.
He discovered an injustice and he want to correct it, that is all.
Discovered?
You're telling me that Clellan didn't know that his own company
- paid out on that accident? - I'm telling you no such thing.
I wasn't there.
So you're saying it's the money...
the money is the reason Isla is missing.
Whoever took Isla may have thought she was here collecting it.
Well, that's unlikely. She only knew after I told her,
and that was a couple of hours after.
And she didn't speak or see anyone while she was here.
Is there anything you can think of that might help us find Isla Breck?
Or explain why anyone would take her?
You mean skeletons?
I mean, you must have done your due diligence on Isla Breck before even
considering handing her over a large sum.
You're right.
I did exactly that when Clellan told me what he was going to do.
I've given my everything into this company and this man,
and he was about to give a small fortune to a woman I knew
absolutely nothing about.
But I found nothing untoward.
There was no other payments, no creative accounting,
no hidden war chest. There was absolutely nothing out of place.
Clellan was just trying to do the right thing.
Better late than never, I suppose.
Perhaps he just wanted to start over, a clean slate.
Isla Breck must have thought Christmas had come early.
My apologies, Detective,
I've probably given you more questions than answers.
There is one you can definitely answer for me.
You've known for, er, four days now
that you're Clellan's sole beneficiary.
Why hasn't anybody told Shay Coburn?
I mean, he's still lording it up at CGO,
thinking, quite literally, he owns the place.
A very wise man once told me...
Don't sell the skin before the bear is shot.
Was it Clellan Coburn?
No, it was my father.
I meant the bear.
Bart?
Yeah?
This whole place is a shrine.
Maybe Isla did still have a grudge against CGO.
Looks like I learned something from my daddy, after all.
Last place a burglar would look, right?
Our search teams need more training.
- _ - Bit stalkerish.
Find anything useful?
What do you know about Isla's husband, Frank?
Not a lot.
Did you know that he worked at CGO?
Died in an accident on their oil rigs?
Everyone knows that.
Why?
What's really going on?
Isla's missing.
No, she's not.
- It'd have been on the news. - I'm telling you the truth.
She was taken yesterday, not long after we saw you.
Taken, as in kidnapped?
By who?! Why?
Hannah, if there's anything you know that could help us find her...
people she was close to, someone she trusted...?
Isla keeps herself to herself. Always has.
What about her?
Do you know her?
Never seen her before.
We need to go.
Wait.
I think there was someone.
What sort of someone?
Like...
..a secret boyfriend, maybe.
This... boyfriend got a name?
No.
And I don't even know if I'm right.
But she was always having whispery conversations on the phone,
and if she saw me watching, she'd either shoo me away
or hang up really quickly.
Bet he's married.
Thanks, Hannah.
We'll, er, take a look at it.
You realise this is already all over Twitter, right?
- You always think the worst of people. - Yeah, it's my job.
At least one of us is thinking like a detective.
Isla's toothbrush.
Still need a match for that mystery DNA, remember?
Isla and Frank.
They look happy, carefree.
Do you think Isla could have gone to this friend here?
Maybe.
But if we don't know who she is, then...
Come on.
- You found this where? - Isla's flat.
This is Isla Cafferty as she was, around 15 years old.
Young Frank Breck, 20, and their friend, also around 15.
So Frank marries Isla when she's 17,
everything's hunky dory for around 20 years
until a big chunk of machinery falls on Frank's head.
As riveting as this jaunt down memory lane is,
how does it help us?
The girl is clearly a close friend.
Isla may have gone to her.
Oh, does she have a time machine?
Because that photo is older than Bart.
If we keep tracking everyone Isla Breck's known since the 1980s,
we'll be here forever.
Mm. Mallick's right, Lindo.
Let's just stick to what we know, OK?
See this accident...
It is ringing bells, but not quite as loud as they should.
September 12th, 2011.
Media would have been full of stories covering
the 10th anniversary of the Twin Towers.
Mm. Good day to bury bad news, you mean.
Even local media barely blinked, though, which is unusual.
No external inquiry, not even an official report.
You think CGO just covered it up?
No, health and safety would be all over that.
Well, there's nothing here.
Wait. Shay Coburn was head of production
at the time of the accident.
That's more hands-on than Vice President, right?
Well, that's actual work, Lindo. Schedules, budgets.
Oh, and health and safety.
- So if something went wrong on his watch... - Curtains.
And not just for Shay.
Nepotism is great when you're on the way up, but a mistake like that
brings the whole family down.
So maybe Clellan did cover it up and Isla found out.
So she sends Rory to put the frighteners on him,
extract more cash, but Rory goes too far.
And Clellan could have warned Shay that Isla was onto them,
and that's the argument you saw.
But then when Clellan ends up dead, Shay knows it's Isla.
And now he wants an eye for an eye.
Rory Dashford couldn't frighten a lamb.
What if Isla used someone else?
Hannah Coutts said that Isla had a secret boyfriend.
What if it wasn't a boyfriend, but an accomplice?
Nope. We should get Shay Coburn in while we can, Mac.
What do you mean "while we can"?
Once the doc issues that death certificate,
probate is going to get started on the will.
And when Shay Coburn finds out he's not in it, boom.
Although this doesn't do us any favours with Dashford.
His clothes have came back,
not a trace of Clellan Coburn on them.
Right, your custody clock's ran out as well.
You're going to have to release him.
Don't worry.
I won't let him disappear on us, OK?
I don't know how to say this, Rory, but...
- They cannae just sack me. - They've let you go.
- No, they cannae, they... - All this with the police?
The polis have let me go.
- I'm sorry, Rory. - I'm innocent!
I'm sure you are, but...
I'm sorry.
- I've got to go. - Mate!
Sorry, mate, but I've got to go.
Bye, Rory.
You look like you needed that.
Thanks.
So, you know why we wanted to talk to you?
Aye. It's about Isla Breck. What happened yesterday.
Her abduction.
Yeah.
And the abduction of one of my officers.
Yeah. Look, I...
I want to help you.
Right? I want to talk.
I wouldn't have walked in here if I didn't, right?
But...
I've got to look out for myself, though, haven't I?
Are you admitting responsibility?
I'm admitting nothing till I get some assurances.
Well, you're hardly in any position to be bargaining, Ewan.
I just told you I want to help.
But things have gone too far.
It's not what I signed up for.
But I... I need protection.
Well, the Procurator Fiscal will decide whether or not
to prosecute you, mate.
I mean, protection from him.
From who?
Shay Coburn?
I'm not going to incriminate myself.
Not if it means he gets away with everything he's done.
Everything?
It's... It's not just yesterday, is it? It's...
It's the whole lot. You know, the...
..murder.
It's such a mess.
It's all right.
Look, let us help clear things up, then, yeah?
I'll talk to that soldier. Er, the one who came to the CGO.
I've got to trust someone, right?
Well...
He's the closest I think I'm going to get.
He's the one I'll speak to. No-one else.
You sure about this, Mac?
Nope.
Interview commencing at 13:21.
Present in the room is DS Lara Bartlett, DS Davis Lindo,
interviewing Ewan MacClure.
Go ahead, Corporal.
It was me.
I took Isla Breck.
But I was carrying out orders from Shay Coburn.
That's... to the point.
I just want this over with.
Can't do it any more.
Do what?
The things he keeps asking me to do.
You've worked for Shay Coburn for three years, right,
after you left the military?
More or less.
Why Aberdeen?
- What d'you mean? - After you left the military.
13 years' service.
Then you move here, not back to Dunfermline.
Why not Glasgow or Edinburgh or anywhere else?
Why move at all?
Why's he slowing it down?
- The guy wants to confess. - Sh!
I needed a change of scenery.
Isabelle died, so...
Isabelle?
My mother, for want of a better word.
So you weren't close, then?
What about your father?
Not in the picture.
Didn't even have a picture, or a name.
- The military was my family. - Hmm.
I get that.
Structure, discipline, rules.
And rules are important, especially in the military.
People can die if rules are broken.
Yeah.
Does Shay Coburn have rules?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, that's what I liked.
No grey areas, no confusion.
"This is your job. Just do it and do it well."
So, what is this job exactly?
First, lots of manual stuff at one of the refineries...
lifting, fetching, carrying.
I never saw Shay.
And then one day, I broke up a fight between some of the kids.
Word must have got back I could handle myself.
Next thing I know,
I'm in Shay's office being kitted out as his driver.
Of course, there was a lot more to it than driving.
Such as what?
Do I really need to spell it out?
Just trying to paint the picture here.
Everyone knows Shay's reputation, right?
Huh. You're new, so maybe you don't.
I used to think he was just playing the big shot, throwing his weight
around, showing everyone who's boss.
I'd be the muscle, obviously,
whenever people weren't playing ball.
What kind of people?
Anyone he was getting into bed with.
Shay... Shay's all about the money.
Any corner he can cut,
any deal he can make which sells himself, he'll do it.
But to make those kind of deals,
he's got to get with some dangerous people.
I knew it would catch up with him eventually.
As soon as Clellan decided to push that merger...
..I knew that was the end for Shay.
Are you saying that Shay Coburn murdered his brother?
He...
He told me it was...
..Isla Breck.
And why did he think that?
He said she'd got hold of some damaging information
about an accident.
Frank Breck.
Her husband, aye.
Shay said she was blackmailing Clellan, that she'd go to the press
with this damaging information unless he paid her a ton of money.
Well...
I guess Clellan said no, and then he turns up dead.
And Shay wanted payback?
Any normal person would go to the police,
which is what I suggested.
But all he could think about was revenge.
So he told you to go and get her?
And I did.
But it just...
..it just didn't add up to me.
What do you mean?
Look, I was...
..I was uncomfortable anyway, being asked to take her.
Any of the other stuff, I never blinked an eye.
And roughing up some guy who's just as dodgy as Shay,
I mean, that's one thing,
and, I mean, they probably deserve it, but...
I didn't know what Shay's plan was, by the way.
I mean, what if he was going to hurt her,
and I'm the one who brought her to him?
That's not my game, Detective.
But like I say, if they deserve what's coming at them,
fair enough.
But you don't think Isla killed Clellan?
I don't think...
..the story Shay told me...
..was completely true.
Why?
Bloody obvious why! Because of who she is!
So who is she?
- What? - You said it was obvious Shay was lying
to you because of who Isla was.
- What did you mean? - No. Um...
No, I'm going to need my assurances.
I spoke to your boss. She said she'd consider it,
if I told you everything I know,
which is what I've done.
You could retract all of that.
I won't.
Look...
..I don't want to be here when you arrest Shay Coburn.
"When" we arrest him?
I'll give you evidence.
It'll prove he arranged Isla's kidnap, but it will give you
tons more, too. Trust me.
Are you afraid of him?
Not of him.
Of what he can do.
No-one's going to reach you in here.
No disrespect, but I disagree.
You forget, I'm one of the people who did this kind of stuff for him,
so if he's got me, he'll have others and...
..in more respectable positions than me.
That's quite an allegation.
I'm being realistic.
So that's the real reason you've asked for me, right?
Not because I'm a soldier, but because I'm new.
Hm.
They probably haven't had time to corrupt you yet.
Send me to a safe house, a hostel...
..ankle bracelet, curfew, whatever,
but I'm not spending a night in a station cell
here or anywhere else.
If Shay does come for me, I want a fighting chance.
That's the only thing I'm going to ask of you.
That's above my paygrade, Corporal.
You're going to have to bear with me.
- Don't do it, boss. - We've still not found Isla Breck.
She's our priority.
Or Clellan Coburn's killer. You know, Ewan could give us both.
I think we have an agreement.
So, show me what you've got.
Uh...
In Shay's office, there's a... there's a small cupboard
behind his desk, slightly different from the others.
Inside, there's a hidden compartment.
Straight out a spy film.
Just reach in and push,
there's a pressure lock, it'll click open.
Inside, there's a burner phone.
Find everything you need to know.
Interview suspended at 13:31.
Let's hope this pans out, boss.
We can't let him walk out of here.
Hm. You and Mallick on the same page, now there's a first.
And I'm not just letting him walk out of here.
I'm getting two officers to take him out of here
and never leave his side.
Do you not believe him?
I don't know.
It feels too... easy.
I know guys like him. I've questioned a ton of them.
In my experience, once people start talking, they never stop.
Ewan stopped.
And in my experience, it's dangerous to make assumptions.
Isla being the killer does chime with one of our own theories.
Ewan doesn't believe that theory.
He practically said so.
He's holding back.
Well, of course he is.
But as long as he's talking, we need to keep him that way.
You know, we put him in a cell and he could shut right down.
And if he does have Isla?
Then he might lead us to her.
- Not if he kills her first. - Lindo...
There will be eyes on Ewan MacClure
the moment he leaves here.
Either he leads us to Isla or he doesn't, but at least
we'll know where he is.
You could be signing her death warrant.
The only thing I'm going to be signing in the next ten seconds,
Lindo, is your dismissal if you don't pull yourself back into line.
This is a huge mistake, boss.
Even if Mallick does find some burner phone in Shay's office,
what will it prove?
It will prove that Ewan was telling the truth,
- and there might be more where that came from. - No.
No, all it will prove is that we're happy to pay the piper
and dance to his tune.
That's it.
Get out, Lindo.
I just need you to listen to me.
And I need you to do as you're told. Out.
Boss, I think maybe...
Do you want to join him? On you go, then.
Now, I have been as patient as I can with you, Lindo,
and you know that I have.
But you're impulsive.
And it's dangerous to me and to my team.
You've crossed the line,
and I don't want to see you here.
Out!
So, why are you here?
To search your office.
I have a warrant.
OK, I'd like to speak with MacMillan, right now.
Right now, please.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
If you could step outside, please, Mr Coburn.
No, I'm going nowhere.
Well, if you intend to obstruct the lawful execution
of this search warrant,
I'm afraid I'll have to arrest you.
You'll do no such thing.
Seek and ye shall find.
I've never seen that phone before.
_
Seamus John Coburn, I'm arresting you for questioning in
relation to an offence under Section 1 of
the Criminal Justice Act 2016, namely for murder.
The reason for your arrest is that I suspect
you have information pertaining to the stated offence, and I believe
that keeping you in custody is necessary and proportionate
for the purposes of bringing you before a court or otherwise
dealing with you in accordance with the law.
Oh!
Ooft! Bart, are you losing?
She's finally taking pity on me after all these years.
What's up?
Oh, you know, first-ever mentee I'm given gets kicked to the kerb
after a whole four days.
I was just starting to warm to him as well.
What? I was.
He didn't do too badly in there with MacClure,
and I did enjoy wiping that smile off of Shay Coburn's face.
Credit where credit's due.
This is truly a night of firsts.
- Another game? - Nah. Andy, you're up.
I was even going to give him my old phone.
- You know, until he got a placement. - Oh, yeah.
So you could track him.
Why would I do that?
That comment you made,
about him being good at running away from things.
What was all that about?
Maybe I misjudged him.
Hey! Well, I'll see him before you, won't I?
Unless he's halfway to the airport already.
_
Oh, before I forget.
From the guv.
I know.
Tell him, "Thanks".
You can tell him yourself.
You know, a lot of people that come here,
all they see is the granite, the greyness.
They don't really look or listen or feel the city.
They're not interested in scratching beneath the surface
or getting under the skin of it.
All they want to know is what they can take,
what the city can give them.
And it is a good place,
with good people.
I know we don't get to see a lot of that, not in the job we do,
but it is there, that goodness.
Maybe this just isn't the right place for me,
or even the right job.
You heard the boss. I'm too impulsive, I...
I don't think before I jump.
Well, maybe that's exactly what the team needs.
MacMillan doesn't think so.
Me and Mallick, we're on a drugs ops one night,
just him and me,
following this middleman who was going to lead us
to the Mr Big, you know?
Anyway, we were sat there watching our tenth deal
of the night and this...
..this girl...
..ODs right on the spot.
The middleman is already driving off and we start to follow,
but the girl...
..is just lying there.
Mallick thinks it's enough to radio an ambo and carry on, but...
..I couldn't do it.
I made him stop and let me out.
God, and he just...
He just carries on.
Eyes on the prize.
Leaves me there with the girl.
Next day, I'm facing a disciplinary and he's the one getting
the back slaps.
A year later, he's a DI and I'm...
..mentoring maverick soldiers with daddy issues.
You are obsessed with me and my father.
I'm not.
It's just...
I don't know.
My dad is the most important man in my life.
If he wasn't there, I don't think I'd cope.
I just can't imagine anything being so bad
I couldn't talk to him about it.
I used to think that.
But then the bad thing happened.
What happened to the girl?
She made it.
That night, at least.
Probably died in the gutter the next.
So, what was the point?
I wouldn't have left you.
So don't.
I'm going to call it a day.
You're never going to tell me what happened, are you?
Bye, Bart.
A spokeswoman for North Eastern Police has confirmed this evening
the search for local woman Isla Breck
will continue on through the night.
A van which officers believe Mrs Breck was travelling in was
found late this afternoon, burnt out...
Officers want to speak to Mrs Breck regarding the ongoing
investigation into the death of oil magnate Clellan Coburn, whose body
was found in Standard Park in the early hours of Sunday morning.
Officers are imploring members of the public with any information
about either investigation to come forward as soon as possible.
Oh!
Isla?!
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