♪ ♪ Are you okay?

Yes.

It turns out that my worries about telling Michael he's Morgan's father look an awful lot to the outside world like post-traumatic stress disorder.

I'm going for Inspector.

I'll be looking for a transfer.

BLAIR: I am pregnant.

It's excellent.

I'll knit it something.

Astrid, right?

Michael's wife.

MICHAEL: Look at that!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (seagulls calling) ANNIKA: We're two minutes away.

(police radio crackles) OFFICER (over radio): Received.

ANNIKA: What's the status of the body?

OFFICER (over radio): They're bringing it out now.

♪ ♪ DI Strandhed, this is DS McAndrews.

We're with the MHU.

(wind blowing) Mmm.

MHU stands for Marine Homicide Unit.

She knew that.

Did she know that?

I feel like people look at me like they don't know that.

MICHAEL: Maybe they look at you 'cause of something else.

(chains creaking) Edinburgh Police have got us an incident room.

Are you staying over?

ANNIKA: Mm-hmm.

Morgan's away on the bushcraft trip.

MICHAEL: Is the tent holding up?

Why, what's wrong with it?

Well, it might not rain.

Great.

I'll probably go home each night.

Is that okay?

Well, it's a nice home to go to.

Should've come by train.

Train gets in at "Waverley."

Oh, no.

Yes, correct.

"Oh, no," as the plot of "Waverley" takes-- ooh, it's 400 pages-- so we need to carve out some dedicated time to talk about that in detail.

I've got to say, and this is not me ducking out of that chat... Oh, glad to hear it.

I find Walter Scott a bit dry.

Ah, dry as in dull, or, or dry as in funny?

'Cause he's definitely funny, in the same way that I'm funny.

Well, I'd agree that you're as funny as Walter Scott.

Now you see, now I feel that you're implying I'm not funny, whereas I'm the funniest person I know.

You're not even the funniest person in Marine Homicide.

Oh.

(laughs) Yeah, I haven't told him yet.

♪ Throw a line ♪ ♪ Into the darkness ♪ ♪ Oh, we are shadows ♪ ♪ Blaze inside ♪ ♪ This light will shine ♪ ♪ Unbroken tonight ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Shine ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds squawking) "Waverley" is Walter Scott's first go at a novel.

It's a big moment, which calls for an epic sweep, and so he sets it during a civil war.

The hero, Edward Waverley, is this Englishman who has to pick a side.

And this creates a range of problems in his life: family tension, split loyalties, even accusations of treason.

But his biggest problem is meeting a romantic revolutionary who fights by his side every day, distracts him with songs and stories, and then completely messes up his home life.

Maybe I shouldn't get Michael to read it.

♪ ♪ Okay, firstly, this incident room is fine, except it doesn't have a view of the Scott Memorial.

MICHAEL: I know.

We're all devastated.

ANNIKA: And so you should be, 'cause it has 68 statues on its buttresses, including one of his beloved dog-- Rover.

Secondly, where's our attachment?

HARPER: DC Harper Weston, Edinburgh Police.

I'm at the prison now.

I'm sorry I couldn't get you a space in our station.

Um, do you want me to find you somewhere else?

ANNIKA (over video chat): No, no.

It's fine.

It's big enough for the trial, frankly, too, if we, if we catch them.

HARPER: Never been seconded to a specialist unit before.

Is there anything I should know?

MICHAEL: Don't give her a reading list.

You'll be fine.

TYRONE: Okay, so the victim is Jemma Kerr.

She's 28 years old and an ex-prisoner.

She was given six years for causing death by dangerous driving.

The man she hit was Zuri Keita.

She was released after five from Thorninch Prison three days ago and taken to a halfway house in Newhaven, in the north of the city.

By a relative?

Probation officer.

She was dropped off okay and then missed all her subsequent appointments.

Which might put her back inside.

HARPER: Exactly.

She got 70 quid release money, and then two days later she's in a cage in the Forth.

And how did she get on inside?

Model prisoner, apparently.

But I'll pull some stuff together about her original offense and the trial.

Maybe get hold of the visitor logs as well.

HARPER: Sure.

And, uh, it's Maida, by the way.

What is?

Walter Scott's dog.

Named after a battle.

Okay.

Good knowledge.

I think she's gone.

(motorcycle engine revs) The victim was knocked unconscious before drowning and was in the water for two to three hours.

There were scratch marks on the cage, tire marks at the scene.

MICHAEL: And door-to-door gives us a report that there was a white van driving erratically nearby at the time.

It's a pretty unwieldy cage, so you'd need something like that to transport the body.

No van ID, though.

I've got a team trawling through CCTV.

ANNIKA: And is this thing, like a, it's a regular dog cage?

MICHAEL: Yeah, widely available.

The larger ones have wheels.

This one had been painted.

Who paints a dog cage?

MICHAEL: I know.

We're getting it analyzed.

So, aside from Walter Scott, how many dog owners are there in Scotland?

A million?

Great.

250,000 suspects each.

(sighs) Michael with Blair to the halfway house.

We'll do next of kin.

It's just her dad.

He lives on the coast.

Only family left.

Then I shall be kind to him.

♪ ♪ (birds squawking) (knocking on door) BRUCE: Ho!

ANNIKA: Can you tell us about your daughter Jemma?

She was emotional the last time I saw her, you know?

Kind of overwhelmed.

It's a big thing, getting released.

TYRONE: Did she get many visitors?

Her mum tried to come along at the start, but she got too ill. Jemma had day release for her funeral.

I'm sorry.

And you didn't go and pick her up?

I can't drive.

She called me, though, the afternoon she got out, to arrange a visit.

She didn't turn up.

Now I know why.

How did she sound?

You'd think she'd be demob happy, but she was drunk.

Called from some hotel, I, I don't know which one.

We can get that info off your phone.

I didn't quiz her.

She always thought I was being critical.

Ah.

Well, dads can be a bit... What?

N-Nothing, you know, just-- mmm.

Were you like that with yours, huh?

No, I'm saying it would help if they reared back on the relentless, uh, disapproval a bit.

Carry on.

She did her time, my wee girl.

She paid her debt.

But I suppose no one can forgive a drunk driver.

Mmm.

Did you?

I loved her.

I'd forgive her anything.

Even that.

Are you gonna be okay to ID her body?

She was in a cage for five years.

What monster puts her in another one?

(thunder rumbling) (rain falling) FEMI: Can your mum get a helicopter to airlift us out?

She'd come by moose, probably.

Think our reputations would suffer.

We've got reputations?

Well, you have.

You're pretty cool.

I'm not cool, I'm bloody freezing.

TEAM LEADER: Okay Beaumont Nielson School, let's get moving!

FEMI: What is it now?

Foraging for berries?

Navigation by the sun?

There is no sun.

I know.

There is no sun!

I just said you were cool, Femi.

Try and keep it together.

(thunder rumbling) Edinburgh's where you came to school then?

And I was kicked out of two of them.

What for?

Hacking in one, trespassing in the other.

Hacking came in handy for us.

BLAIR: See that?

MICHAEL: Is that her room?

No, hers is number seven.

Shoulder it?

I mean, that's my problem.

It was always too easy.

BLAIR: Probation said she was dropped off, but clearly she didn't stay.

Yeah, and if she didn't lock the door, she wasn't planning on coming back.

Unless something else happened.

It's the police.

Need you to open the door.

(door closes) Well, either it's a dog lover, or someone's planning... ...five more murders.

ANNIKA: Well, her prison money wouldn't get her very far in this hotel.

I mean, if she'd been in for bank robbery, you might've guessed that she had a stash somewhere for when she got out.

Uh-huh.

She knocked over a guy while drunk.

It's not a nest egg, is it?

(Tyrone murmurs) Hope you've brought your handcuffs.

(exhales) Is a Jemma Kerr listed as a hotel guest, Valeria?

Can I ask what this is about, Tyrone?

It's police stuff.

Which room?

Uh... (keyboard keys clicking) And which parts of the hotel are covered by your CCTV?

Uh, the lobby, bar, some of the public areas.

Not the rooms, obviously, given what some people get up to.

(chuckles) You found her yet?

Uh, yep.

She's booked into the penthouse.

She canceled all her room service.

We'll take the key then, please, Valeria.

(elevator chimes) Whoa.

Hmm.

(elevator door closes) Was she attacked in here?

It'd be hard to drag a body out of a hotel.

Unless she smashed it up herself.

Wow.

Looks like Morgan's room after I stopped her transferring to her girlfriend's school.

Minus, you know, all the alcohol.

(elevator chimes) TYRONE: Oi!

Police!

(humming quietly) Walter Scott's first published work was a translation called "The Chase," as it happens.

It's a poem about an earl who goes hunting on a holy day, despite being warned not to.

(sniffs) Hmm.

During the hunt, the earl destroys crops, tramples over sheep, ruins the livelihoods of everyone in his path.

He shows such a callous disregard that, at the final reckoning, he ends up in hell.

(grunts, yells) Whereas, in my experience, most chases end up in the kitchen.

(yells) (grunting, punching) (clattering) (grunting) When you run the bar, you spot if a guest is carrying cash or not.

And I took the odd 20s from their rooms when they were out.

They didn't miss it.

Wouldn't they tip you that anyway?

(scoffs) Hardly ever.

They're rich and rude.

What, including the victim?

Yeah, a bit.

She was angry and drinking hard, so it was easy to go in her room on my break.

TYRONE: And you came back for more today?

ANDROS: Yeah, she had a big bag of it somewhere.

Was sh... was she a gangster?

TYRONE: Did she act like one?

Don't really know how they act.

Who was she angry with?

I don't know, she didn't really want to talk about it.

She shot me down pretty quick.

TYRONE: But you robbed her anyway?

Yeah, I didn't do anything else to her.

Hmm.

ANNIKA: So, where were you last night?

Working here, until 3:00.

Not sure that's ice cream.

Mm-hmm.

(spits) (camera shutter clicking) TYRONE: Oh.

Maybe she was a gangster.

Hmm.

She was as good as gold in prison and worked in telesales before.

Oh, so exactly the same backstory as Al Capone then.

Just... identical.

I'd find it hard to be angry if I had a bag with 20 grand in it.

Depends what you expected.

Do you fancy a drink?

Need to get the taste of gravy out my mouth.

MICHAEL (over speakerphone): The room at the halfway house is occupied by an ex-con, Billy Gleeson, career criminal.

Mostly assault, but more recently theft.

It could be dogs.

The place stank of them.

But we can't ignore a room full of cages.

What about the blood on the door handles?

Blair's off to the lab with it.

Hey, Michael, don't sleep in your car unless you want to wake up oily in the morning.

MICHAEL: That's a pun on early.

Wow.

Right?

Want to rethink who's the funniest in the unit?

What, you think that changed it?

(dog barking) TYRONE: Here, get uniform to take a shift and come and join us.

Maybe later.

(Tyrone grumbles) Very calm, isn't he?

Michael.

Like, very level.

Never loses his temper.

I don't know, there was that thing with his brother before.

I mean, he got pretty angry.

Oh, yeah.

Family touches a nerve.

Yeah.

(exhales) I mean, he really lost it.

He was... Yeah, okay.

(inhales) But anyway, the assessment center liked your application.

Well played.

Thanks.

Just waiting for a post to open up now.

Mmm.

You half hoping one won't?

Well, it's big.

It feels big.

I'm gonna have to make some tough calls, and that's new.

I don't know how I'll handle that yet.

I'm gonna have to earn a lot of trust, too.

But you know all this already.

Hmm.

You carry a lot.

But you can also carry a lot of, uh, salty licorice, which goes a long way.

That goes on forever, 'cause no one eats it.

(laughs) (phone ringing) Uh.

It's my dad.

Oh.

Then you should answer it.

(sighs) I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, being a DI means you can't go out dancing with hotel receptionists.

Well, it's a good thing I'm not one yet, then.

(both chuckle) (phone ringing) Hi, Dad.

(sighing) BILLY: Place is covered in fingerprint dust.

It gets up my bloody nose!

And who's gonna pay for my door?

MICHAEL: It was put through because there's blood on the handle and you've got a room full of cages.

BILLY: They're for the dogs.

Isn't that obvious even to the police?

Their owners are away on holiday.

So, this is a kennel service?

Are you a tax inspector?

No, no, no.

I'm the guy who's investigating the murder of a woman who was found in a dog cage last night.

Into some dark stuff, was she?

Well, you tell me, she was your neighbor.

Only for ten minutes.

Well, long enough to get blood on her door and yours.

One of the bloody dogs bit me.

(dogs whining and panting) (sighs) I snooped her room after she was away off with her stuff.

I never said a word to her.

Aye?

'Cause I'll check.

You do that.

(dog barking) Where was she going?

Oh, ums...

I don't know.

(dog barks) Why don't you ask the driver of the van that was tailing her?

(dog whining and panting) Tell you now, if I was gonna murder anything, it'd be that wee chihuahua.

(whispers): Hey.

(exhales) (sniffs) Even though I've accepted that m-my dad doesn't like me very much, I still have this hope that something will shift, you know, and one day he'll reflect on his life and remember those times he made me clear out the bilge tank or told me I was a disappointment, and he'll feel regretful and want to try and start again.

Reset, or something.

And then, and then he rings up, and, for a moment, I think all these things are happening.

But then it turns out he just pocket dialed me and can't wait to hang up.

(sirens blaring in the distance) (sardonic chuckle) ♪ ♪ Don't want you coming home every night 'cause you think I need you to.

I like to see the kids.

At 2:00 in the morning?

Do you want a beer?

(snorts) (dog barks) Oh, come on.

It's just for tonight.

She wasn't safe where she was.

Right, okay, as long as the kids don't see it.

Wait, what are you gonna feed her?

Well, what did you lot have?

Lasagna.

That's what cats eat, isn't it?

(laughs) Is this a sort of gateway dog?

Are you gonna soften me up with this little thing and then bring home a Great Dane?

Would that be bad?

Mmm... well, we are at full capacity, Mike, so we'd have to swap out for one of the kids.

(laughs) (gasps) You got me a puppy?

I am just gonna let you deal with that one.

Ah.

She's cute, isn't she?

Hey.

She's bumming me out, though.

ANNIKA (over speakerphone): Well, telling her that isn't gonna help, is it, Morgan?

I mean, you're more outdoorsy than she is, and white water kayaking isn't for everyone.

So, what do I say to her?

Say, um... it's got a proud Inuit and Aleut history.

Then tell her about the navigations of the Snake River in Wyoming.

Didn't they nearly starve?

Yeah.

Maybe try a different example.

FEMI: I'm so out of here.

Okay, she's running.

Speak later.

Femi!

The hotel's given me way too many of these, so help yourselves.

Body lotion, uh, sewing kits.

Bath cap.

Where's Michael?

I don't know.

Traffic?

HARPER: So, is it, um, just crimes in water that you specialize in, or do you get to investigate other stuff?

Why, are you planning something?

(laughs) No.

I'm just wondering why it was me they assigned.

Yeah, you seem two-tired.

(sighs) That was a motorbike gag, wasn't it?

You can quit at any point.

How about we start?

Okay, so in our original crash, our victim was on the way to a party when she hit Zuri Keita.

HARPER: A lot of upset people at the trial, including his sister, Amara, who applied to be informed through victim notification when our victim was released.

BLAIR: Been quite vocal about the justice system on social media.

Mm-hmm.

Tough on the family when they get out early.

You spoken to her?

Tried to.

She wasn't in.

She's a stage techie.

Gigs, expos.

She might be on the road.

Okay, timeline.

Where are our gaps?

TYRONE: Well, we've got two.

The first is after she leaves the safehouse in the afternoon, but before she arrives at the hotel.

During that gap, she picked up the hold-all for the cash, the one we found in her room.

Did we find anything on that?

Yeah.

We got this lost luggage barcode.

BLAIR: It's a partial, but we should be able to trace it.

And the blood on the door of the room?

Oh, that's the dog guy's, Billy.

He came into her room snooping around.

Sorry I'm late, by the way.

That's okay.

Made Harper our new DS.

Wait, I thought I was next.

You as well, then.

MICHAEL: So, Billy saw a white van trailing the victim, didn't see the plates, but there was a company logo on the side and a word: "Stand."

I found three places within an hour of Edinburgh.

Scaffolding firm, legal firm... HARPER: And the comedy club.

Right?

Well, we know which one I'll be visiting first.

Scaffolders?

TYRONE: And the second gap is after she left the hotel the next morning at 11:00 a.m., up until her body was found that night.

Okay, we know she was angry with someone.

So, theories, anyone?

ANNIKA: Anyone?

Somebody killed her?

You see the level we operate at?

Oh, it's really intimidating.

Okay, Tyrone, Blair, do the luggage tag.

Harper, chase the cage paint.

And, Columbo, you're with me.

(passenger door closes, car locks) (sighs) Okay, then.

Has Morgan ever asked for a dog?

Oh, you didn't bring one home, did you?

Well, you bring animals home all the time.

It was a pigeon and a fish.

Both of those are low-maintenance.

Never bring a dog, 'cause I know what happens.

You end up with a dog?

Exactly.

It's all Morgan asks for.

Can't have one in my life.

Well, we're probably gonna get one, so she can come over and walk ours if she wants.

(sighs) Oh, come on.

Here's one: two detectives walk into comedy club.

MICHAEL: You're not very good.

Have you heard it?

No.

Then don't heckle.

AMARA: One, two, one, two.

(microphone squealing) Have you got a minute?

We're the Marine Homicide Unit.

The soundcheck for acts is at 2:00.

No, it's police.

ANNIKA: Amara, isn't it?

McAndrews and Strandhed.

Well, that sounds even more like an act.

AMARA: Okay.

Hang on.

ANNIKA: Shouldn't it be-- it should be Strandhed and McAndrews.

Why?

Because-- it's important to get the billing right.

MICHAEL: The billing is right, it's fine.

(lights buzz out) ♪ ♪ Is this where we clap?

(door slams) ♪ ♪ (banging, clattering) (Michael exclaims) (engine revving) (tires screeching) (van crashes, motor sputtering) ♪ ♪ (knocking) TYRONE (voiceover): Wait, so did she try to escape and just throw it in reverse?

Yep.

Yes, she did.

And does Oban know that her car's trashed?

I think the best thing is for me to just buy the same model and pretend nothing's happened.

Like when the school hamster died on me.

So, the paint on the cage is black trade paint, and here's a fun fact: the brand's used to cover stage floors.

There's some in her van.

Jeez.

She asked for a solicitor?

ANNIKA: No.

Anything with a barcode on the bag of money?

Yeah, it's from a flight to Monaco a year ago, first class.

Passenger's name is Jason Craig.

Got an address in New Town.

Likely where the money came from.

Okay, let's try and put it together.

Michael's getting the car towed.

You want to be the bad cop?

♪ ♪ AMARA (sighing): He was just walking home when this car took a bend wrong.

It veered into a wall.

Crushed him against it.

He was getting a pizza for us.

If he got chips, like he wanted, he wouldn't have been on that road.

You must feel guilty about that.

Hey, she was the guilty one, okay?

She looked all noble hearing the sentence, like she was being brave or something.

Six years for a life.

Didn't even serve that.

So, what did you do about it?

I wanted to see where she'd be living.

I didn't want to bump into her.

I was trying to get some closure, okay?

HARPER: But when she left the house, you kept following her.

So, what sort of closure were you after?

I don't know, I didn't have time to think.

She was so quick.

She went to pick up a bag from the station.

HARPER: Waverley, right?

Did someone give it to her?

Maybe it was from lost luggage.

From six years ago?

Look, all I know is that she came out with it, then pranced into this luxury hotel, I mean... Nice reward for knocking your brother over.

I'd have been okay if she stayed in that crappy house with the dogs barking at her.

HARPER: Right, but as it is, we've got a white van seen near the body, tire tracks at the scene, and your van is full of the black paint that's found under the dead woman's fingernails, so... Look, the night that she died, I was in a room with a hundred people and four comedians, okay?

She was killed by somebody who hated her more than I did.

Like who?

You might want to read the trial transcripts.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping, animals chittering) (doorbell ringing) You ever been?

Monaco?

Wanted to when I was a kid, but I think I just wanted to get out of Edinburgh.

Edinburgh seems nice.

I wasn't in this bit.

(door opens) Parcel for Jason Craig.

The police do deliveries.

How did she die?

Are you... Are you allowed to tell me?

She was drowned.

TYRONE: Your husband's bag was found in her hotel room.

It contained nearly £20,000 in cash.

Yes, I gave it to her.

Why?

We were old friends.

(sighing): Oh God, this is awful.

Very generous gift.

Well, I wanted her to take more.

I own a gallery.

I've been lucky.

Is your husband all right with you giving away this cash?

It's mine to give.

He's on a work trip overseas.

He's been there a week.

And where were you two nights ago?

I was here.

Of course I was here, I've got a toddler.

Has someone spoken to her dad?

We broke the news to him yesterday.

No...

I mean, that's why I gave her the money.

So she wouldn't have to stay with him and his belt.

Or even see him.

S...

So, he hit her?

And me, sometimes.

He even got to her in prison.

Went for her in the visitor room.

I just wish that she'd used that money to get to the other side of the world.

♪ ♪ (clicking) "Waverley" is set during the Jacobite Rebellion, when treason was punishable by gibbeting.

Death in a cage, basically.

The idea behind it was to send a message to anyone thinking of betraying the cause.

There's definitely been a betrayal in this case.

But since we're not in the middle of a civil war, the betrayal is probably gonna be a bit more... ah... domestic.

I'm sorry, I said I'd check the trial stuff earlier.

It's fine, you've got it now.

(elevator screeching) (screeching, panel sliding) We've got something on the dad.

Mm, you're not the only ones.

(door screeching, panel clattering shut) BLAIR: He made a few visits at the prison, but then got banned for violence.

And he drove there; they logged his plates.

He said he didn't drive.

I've got confirmation that he was removed from court 'cause he was shouting about how she was bringing shame on his family.

Even called for the death penalty.

I guess she got it.

What does the friend do?

She's an art dealer.

She had some up at home.

What's it like?

So, out of everything, that's what you're interested in?

Was it abstract, figurative?

Symbolic?

Just, kind of like hanging there.

On the wall.

It's not your thing, it's fine.

Check CCTV, let's see her collect this money.

(elevator screeches, (panel sliding) Avengers assemble.

Sorry, boss.

No, go on.

Okay.

Well, an early version.

(water rushing) FEMI (voiceover): I was halfway to the road.

I had an Uber coming.

MORGAN: But this is the best bit.

FEMI: If I die, it's on you.

MORGAN: You can swim though, right?

♪ ♪ MORGAN: See?

You're doing great.

FEMI: It's okay for you, you're into this stuff.

MORGAN: So are you now.

♪ ♪ (splashing) Hey!

♪ ♪ (splashing) (yelps) MORGAN: Femi!

(thrashing) (Femi coughing, struggling) (splashing) (both panting) You're okay.

Okay.

It's fine.

(birds squawking, waves crashing) ANNIKA (voiceover): Do you need me to come and get you?

I can-- I can easily get hold of a car.

Or I can see if Astrid's free.

Um, or-- um, Michael's wife, you know.

At a, at a-- at a push.

It's okay.

I'm gonna stay.

I'm so sorry, I made you go on this trip and you nearly drowned.

I didn't nearly drown, I'm fine.

(sniffs) I better go.

Femi's trying to organize a parade or something.

So brave.

So proud.

I mean, that's heroic friend stuff, isn't it?

Big crisis, she throws herself into danger, doesn't even think about it.

She's got years of credit with her pal now, that's for sure.

Yeah.

Yeah, she definitely has.

(waves crashing, gulls crying) BRUCE: Does he have to stand here like this?

It's very intimidating.

MICHAEL: Just so you know, I have a problem with anyone that touches a hair on their own child's head.

Anyone who makes them cry.

Anyone who makes them scared, even for a second.

So, I apologize if it comes over with the way I stand.

Hey, I didn't even want a kid in the first place, it was her mother.

Or anyone that makes them feel unwanted; see if you can get the whole list.

Go on, Bruce.

ANNIKA: So, why the loving father act?

Don't relatives get some kind of compensation when their kid is murdered?

Well, not if they did it.

Well, I didn't do it.

And I'll give you the name of a bookie who'll tell you where I was all night.

Aye, you'll do that.

I still get comments after what she did.

Nearly lost my job here.

It was my bloody car.

The car you can't drive?

I heard her pal goading her to take it.

Had to get a new one.

What pal?

The stuck-up one.

Always talking back, mouthy little...

There was no report of two people in the car.

Apparently, she dropped her pal off before the accident.

Lucky for her.

Someone at the trial said your daughter looked noble on the stand.

It's a weird word to describe her.

Not one I'd use.

Like she'd done something... loyal.

Like what?

(deep breath) You're not gonna understand that concept, are you, Bruce?

♪ ♪ BLAIR (voiceover): The cameras at Edinburgh Waverley do not show a happy reunion between old mates.

(clicking) It's a very bad-tempered exchange, even though she's getting 20 grand.

Our gallery owner looks really freaked by it.

Mm, and the parcel outside her door was delivered the night of the murder.

The courier says her house was empty.

Her phone pinged near the gallery the day of the murder.

I'm just checking street cams.

Could've been going to work, I guess.

Or maybe meeting a friend.

Is she there now?

We think so.

There's an exhibit about to be installed.

ANNIKA: Oh, can you see if the, the gallery has a van?

TYRONE (voiceover): Should we take a floor each?

ANNIKA (voiceover): Yeah, she's gonna feel cornered, though, so... keep your wits about you.

♪ ♪ (phone chiming) So, this gallery owner was the one who was driving the car, but her mate took the blame for it?

Yeah, it looks like it.

(sighs) Would you do time for someone?

That depends on what they'd done.

But I'd want a lot more than £20,000 for it.

(creaking) Yeah, I think her mate feels the same.

(elevator chimes) (thuds) Do you always get this many lifts?

Blair has the victim on a street camera a block away from here on the afternoon she was killed.

Look at this.

Painted cage.

Which seems to be missing.

(slow footsteps) (door bursting open) TYRONE: She's coming out of the lift.

(door opening) Firearm!

(sharp breath) HARPER: Armed suspect at Riverview Bank Gallery.

Looks like a shotgun.

Four officers on the scene.

(paper folding) No, it, it won't fire.

I'm-- I mean, I'm fairly sure it won't fire.

It, it...

It's art!

Um... (pages turning) It is art, isn't it, Briony?

"Shotgun Wedding," or something-- ah.

Painted.

Like the cage.

Is that-- is that the artist's thing?

It would be a lot safer for all of us if you just let me walk out of here.

Yeah.

Yeah, it would.

Pretty sure I'm right, though.

Just as I am about you driving the car when it crashed.

You offered to make it right, if your friend took the blame.

She was my friend then.

Didn't feel that way when she came out.

It toughens you up, prison.

She turned into her father.

Cold.

Mean.

She wanted more money.

More everything.

(wavering breath) Did she threaten you?

(Briony shuddering) And my son.

He was here, too.

She told me I'd never know if he was safe.

That she'd come back again and again, and she was right up in my face, and... And...

I pushed her.

(whispering): Down the stairs.

She hit her head.

And I just... sat there.

In the dark.

And took her away in an exhibit?

I thought she was already dead.

(clicking) (exhales sharply) No, it's okay, you don't-- you don't have to do this.

I'm fine.

♪ ♪ (quivering) (shaky breath) I have a child.

Well, we've all got children.

(small sob) (sighing) Um, thanks for the opportunity.

Well, you weren't the bad cop at all.

(chuckles) If you ever need, you know, bike stuff for the future...

I'll call you first, then Evel Knievel.

So, listen...

There was quite a big gap between Scott writing "Waverley" and it getting published.

Why is that, do you know?

I think it was just sitting in a drawer somewhere, until one day he was scrabbling around for fishing tackle, wasn't it?

And he found it.

I guess he thought it wasn't doing any good hidden away, so he just put it out there.

Makes sense.

(exhales) Thanks.

(door opening, phone chiming) Oh, after you.

See ya.

See ya.

Oh, apparently the tent died.

We'll get you a new one.

(laughs) She's wearing my hat!

Is that thing yours?

Yeah, it must've been left in her tent from a festival.

It's the only thing that kept my hair at bay.

She looks great, doesn't she?

Yeah, she does.

Quick drink?

Got a surprise for you.

Yeah, me too.

(retreating footsteps) (subdued laughter) (both slurping) This is the surprise?

Sir Walters, yeah.

They're not dry at all, actually.

Must be the rum.

I quite like them.

I'm glad it's turned you around.

(background laughter) Have you still got the puppy?

Mm.

We traced the owner.

It's worse than Billy.

I think we're gonna keep it.

It's the last stray I can bring home, mind.

(sipping) Okay, well... (ice cubes clinking) About that... EMCEE: Okay, welcome back.

(applause) I understand if you have some very strong feelings about this... (mic squealing) Our next act sounds great.

Please give it up for Detective Inspector Annika Strandhed.

(applause) Whoo!

What?

You said you were funny.

You signed me up?

(applause continues) (sipping rapidly) Whoo!

(cheering) (footsteps echoing, clearing throat) (applause fades) Uh...

So, that was-- that was a surprise.

(feedback squeals) But then... Well, it's been a surprising day.

(clears throat, mic squealing) And, um... (sucks in breath) Surprises aren't over, frankly.

(laughter) Um... (mic squealing) Let's hear a shout out to Walter Scott.

Whoo, whoo, whoo!

(clapping) Thank you, sir.

Only one Scott fan in tonight, but let me tell you, he's very insightful, and he shed a lot of light on the case of a dead woman who was pulled out of the water, um... after being pushed down some stairs, stuffed in an artwork, and drowned.

She was found bloated, and gibbeted in a cage, which as it happens, is the punishment for treason.

Although I don't know who was the treacherous one there.

It's not always clear when a, when a friendship breaks down.

(mic squealing) Suppose you had to be there.

I was there, and it still wasn't funny.

(laughter) (laughter slowly fades) (inhales) (mic squealing) Okay, so here's another one, and I've been... (clears throat) Working on this one for a while now.

Two detectives walk into a comedy club... Heard it.

(laughter) There are these two detectives, and... one stands at the mic, and in a clear voice, says... to the other one that h... he's the father of her teenage daughter.

(indistinct murmuring) And... that, that particular joke has been hidden away in a drawer for many years, so you probably haven't heard that one.

You've been a great audience.

(mic squealing) Good night!

(applause) (chair sliding) ♪ ♪ (door creaking) I'm here all week.

(click) ♪ ♪ Fabian Hyde, billionaire green tech entrepreneur.

I thought you were taking two weeks.

I'm finding it hard to be at home.

Right.

MICHAEL: Does Morgan want to know?

When she does, she'll ask me.

Well, that could be years.

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