SHIP HORN BLARES
DOOR SLAMS
METAL CLANKING
Who's there?
MEN SHOUT
Stop that man! Hey! Come back here!
Come here.
MEN SHOUT
ECHOING SHOUTS
HORN BLARES
DOOR HANDLE SQUEAKS
SHE GASPS
Come with me.
Take this.
Where is Hassan? Where...? Sh, sh.
Be quiet.
Cover your eyes and come with me.
Good. Take my hand.
Stand up.
SHE BREATHES DEEPLY
Where is my husband?
Move fast and be quiet. Where is Hassan? Keep on moving.
DOOR SLAMS
TYRES SQUEAL, HORN BLARES
SHE BREATHES DEEPLY
SHE WEEPS
ENGINE TURNS OVER
CAR RADIO PLAYS
SIREN WAILS
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
LOCK CLICKS
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
MUSIC PLAYS
Oh, good evening, Grace.
I'm surprised to see you here. Oh?
I didn't think you could afford a ticket.
SHE CHUCKLES
I see your sense of humour hasnae changed one bit.
You know, she's never forgiven me for being head girl at school.
This is my nephew, Duncan.
GRACE COUGHS
Detective Chief Inspector MacMillan.
You were friends?
We...drifted apart, I suppose you might say.
Aye.
I suppose you might.
His wife, Ruth.
Oh. I'm, er, I'm loving your work, by the way.
Sorry? Oh, the wee mushroomy things were spectacular.
Oh, thanks. The bistro's branching into more corporate events.
Congratulations.
Tonight's refreshments are provided free of charge
by the McFadden Family Group.
It's our contribution.
And all you ask for in return is that the McFadden Family Group
get first dibs on any investment opportunities.
We've put a proposal together.
As have most people here.
It's just the way the world works, eh?
MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES
If you'll excuse me.
Please, take all the time you need.
MacMillan.
I'll be right there.
ON PHONE: Bart.
Good evening, DS Bartlett, I think you mean.
Sorry. It's just a bit noisy where I'm at right now.
Where are you? What's up?
We're up. A body's been found on the wasteland at John Street.
All right. Send me the location. I'll be there as soon as possible.
Are you going to tell me where you are?
Later.
84 minutes.
That's why I missed my connecting flight.
Border Force? Border farce, more like.
You need to keep your voice down, Daddy.
Are you telling your father what he needs to do?
Of course not.
Change of plans. Me have to put you in a taxi to my flat.
What kind of welcome is this? It's work, Daddy.
Is it urgent? Emergency.
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Overdose? Doesn't much look like any addict I've ever met.
CAR PULLS UP
Evening, boss. Evening.
Erm, the deceased is a 50-something Caucasian male.
Narcotic paraphernalia at the scene.
No ID, but the car is registered to a Mr... Lucas Galloway.
You know him? Aye.
I was just at a party with his boss.
Oh, here's Mallick now.
DOOR BEEPS
Hey, you! Stop.
Stop!
Stop! Come here.
Hey, come here.
SHE GASPS
Nice of you to join us, Jay.
I've requested traffic cams and CCTV footage of the surrounding area.
So our pal here is, er, old school.
In the '80s and '90s, he was Billy McFadden's go-to enforcer.
Billy was pretty old school himself, wasn't he? Absolutely.
I mean, he's been gone a few years now,
but Grace is trying this whole rebrand thing.
You know, the McFadden Family Group's
an entirely legitimate business. Is it?
MACMILLAN LAUGHS INCREDULOUSLY No.
It's got a long way to go yet.
Shall we start the door-to-doors?
Folk tend to go a bit Three Wise Monkeys in these parts,
so I don't actually know how much good it'll do.
Oh, turn on the charm, OK,
but don't mention any names.
Nae word of Galloway's death until we release it. OK?
See, none of this feels right to me.
Jay. Mm? I want you heading this up. Of course, boss.
How far is Balmoral?
About an hour, hour and a half, I'm not sure.
You never been?
Seriously? Seriously.
There's a tour bus if you want to get to know my hometown instead.
You're clearly settled in here, Davis, but hometown?
I don't think so.
Full Scottish? Please.
That is breakfast?
Mm-hm.
For one person? Yeah, man.
Impossible.
Me need to make a move. I wish I could witness your first...
..tattie scone.
DAVIS CHUCKLES
Young lady, let me loose in that kitchen,
I'll cook up a real breakfast in no time at all.
Absolutely soaked. Don't worry.
I'll grab you a glass of water when we get in, yeah?
I'm not thirsty.
The doctor said you need to stay hydrated.
Oh, doctors!
You used to want me and Naz to go into medicine, remember?
You've done OK for yourselves.
He has a beautiful new car, your brother.
DOOR CLOSES
Have you seen it?
Not yet, no. Took me out for lunch on Sunday.
Lovely place. Very expensive.
Oh, did I tell you? You mentioned it, Mum, yeah.
OK. That's it.
There we go. Oh, thank you.
OK. Oh.
Here.
Drink.
Right, you'll be OK?
Yeah, yeah. The guards are in and out all the time.
They're not guards, Mum, they're carers.
If you say so.
OK.
Speak to you later, yeah? Yeah.
Preliminary autopsy results on Lucas Galloway
showed that he died of a massive ketamine overdose.
And I mean massive.
More than you would take for recreational purposes.
So an accidental OD is unlikely. Very.
And we can probably rule out suicide.
Minor bruising and traces of blood on the neck
revealed another puncture, consistent with a syringe.
Mm. So someone's injected him in the throat
and tried to make it look like he died shooting-up.
Yeah, it seems the most credible scenario.
If your aim is to take out a major player in organised crime,
that doesn't seem very organised.
That's exactly what I was thinking.
There has been a spike in ketamine use over the last few months,
particularly in conjunction with cocaine.
They call it CK.
It's showing up a lot in the streets, clubs.
The students are into it, too. You got pals in narcotics, Bart?
I just like to keep myself informed.
You know, it makes sense if you're gunning for promotion, eh?
Oh, ho-ho!
Right, play nicely, boys and girls.
OK, so MDMA, cocaine, heroin,
we know that mainly comes up from south of the border.
Same could be true of ketamine.
Are the McFadden family involved in drugs?
Oh, aye.
They're involved, all right.
Yeah, but Grace likes to keep all of that at arm's length.
You know, that's why she needed someone like Galloway around.
Right, Monty. Anything from the car?
The GPS was turned off. Seems he wasn't keen on being traced.
Oh, funny that, eh?
KNOCK ON DOOR
Yep?
Sorry, ma'am. There's a woman here asking to see DS Bartlett.
Well, if it's not in connection with this case...
She did say she knew DS Bartlett and it was urgent.
Name's Katie Forsyth.
It must be about a year that you've had this gig?
Yeah. It feels a lot longer most days.
Katie, listen, it's great that you've found something
you're so passionate about.
It's just, refugees, asylum seekers, none of that's really our field.
Yeah, I'm not sure we can help you with that.
Look, I get that I would normally be below your paygrade,
and, yeah, I was called in to help a suspected illegal migrant
arrested for shoplifting. But I...
SHE SHOUTS IN FARSI
My passport! Entry card!
OK. It's OK. You'll get it back. All right?
This is Mariam Faraki.
She's 26 years old, six months' pregnant,
and she wants to report a murder.
Mariam.
This is Detective Constable Lindo. I'm DS Bartlett.
Katie here is a friend of mine.
If you can tell us everything that happened in your own words.
We were on a ship, hiding.
My husband, Hassan...
SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI
I was sick.
He said, you cannot be teshne.
He went for water. She was dehydrated.
You speak Farsi?
A lot of interpreters went in the last lot of budget cuts,
so I've been learning for over a year.
Then he left.
SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI
Erm... She heard people shouting and running.
They were angry.
How many people?
Four or five.
Did you see anything?
No.
Can you tell us the name of the ship?
I do not know.
That is pretty common.
A dock worker, delivery driver, sneaks people on board
and they hide out until they reach their destination.
How did you get off the ship?
There was a man, he helped.
Can you describe him?
SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI
I was...scared.
And then I was, erm...
SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI
So she was given a blanket,
told her to cover her eyes and led her to the harbour.
And then you went to the memorial.
The meeting point for you and Hassan?
Memorial? Yes.
We agree, if we separate - memorial.
It's not enough.
Sorry.
What?!
There's no evidence that a crime has been committed,
never mind a murder.
Hassan is dead. How do you know?
Because he did not come back to me!
MARIAM SOBS
So as far as we know, the woman travelled here with her partner
and by the time she reached, her partner disappeared.
Well, it doesn't seem like there's enough to justify an investigation.
I agree. The woman desperately needs some help.
Well, desperate people do and say anything.
I think she's telling the truth, boss. Maybe not the whole truth.
I got the impression she was playing her cards pretty close to her chest.
Yes, because she's all alone in a strange country
and we don't know what she's going through.
OK, OK, go down to the harbour.
But talk nicely to the harbour master.
I need to try and avoid any jurisdiction minefields.
And if he doesn't cooperate? Well, then, you'll be scunnered.
That's why I said talk nicely to him.
Right, come on, you two, go, quickly.
Both of you.
Need you back on the Galloway case.
Chop chop.
I want you operating at the full 100, so that...
Oh, I'm afraid we're closed, Chief Inspector.
Don't be afraid, we're not hungry. We're here to see Grace.
She around?
Inspector.
SHE SIGHS
Problem?
Oh, just Katie.
She's after an update already.
Got to admire her dedication.
How you know her?
I saved her life.
For real? Yeah. I told you about it.
The heroin addict. Oh, yes.
You stopped to help her, and Mallick ended up getting the promotion.
In a nutshell.
MESSAGE ALERT
She really turned her life around.
Rehab, drug counselling,
now the refugee stuff.
MOBILE VIBRATES
You should be proud, you know? Yeah.
MOBILE CONTINUES TO VIBRATE
No, I am, I just...
I can't help but think she's wasting our time.
You can get that if you want, I can charm the harbour master.
It's just my father.
Bit early to be calling from Jamaica.
He's not in Jamaica.
WIND GUSTS
Where was he found?
His car was parked on wasteland.
Around John Street.
Would he have any reason to be in that area?
Something work-related?
I don't know.
Visiting a lady friend?
As far as I'm aware, Lucas wasnae seeing anyone.
So he was just there on business, then?
Grace, let's not kid ourselves on here.
Galloway's been on your family payroll for forever.
Exactly.
So I'd appreciate a minute to process the fact that he's dead.
And you'll appreciate that time is a factor in a murder investigation.
You're certain he was murdered?
Well, unless he took it upon himself to try ketamine for the first time
and massively misjudged the amount.
Lucas wasnae a drug user.
Was he a dealer?
You expect me to answer that question?
We're trying to ascertain if a lifelong friend
was involved in narcotics and if that got him killed.
I think I might need legal representation
before we go any further.
Only if you've got something to hide.
Please, don't insult my intelligence.
Wouldn't dream of it, Grace.
Lucas was a loyal family friend
on the verge of retirement. Retirement?
How did he take that? Is everything OK?
Far from it, Duncan.
Far from it.
LINDO: It has to be this one. It's the closest to the main road.
Thank you. Thanks.
Three vessels docked from Oslo in the last 24 hours.
How long's your dad in town for? About a week.
Are you going to pick his brains?
Can't hurt to have another senior officer staying with you.
He is so annoying.
He wants a tour guide and me have to work, you know.
Oh. Well, I can find something for us to do.
Us?
It'd be better to show him around, eh?
The Stolthet is the kind of size Mariam described.
Right. Remember, no throwing your weight around,
kicking down the door.
We only go where we're invited.
You think this is a waste of time?
I think there's a genuine murder investigation under way,
and we're not part of it. Hi.
Can we have a word? Yes?
I'm Detective Sergeant Lara Bartlett.
This is my colleague, DC Lindo
Would it be possible to ask a couple of questions, Mr...?
Axel Berg is my name.
I'm the lasterom... I mean, the cargo hold supervising officer.
Great.
Yeah, now is a bad time.
Busy time.
We need to see the captain.
Sorry, not possible.
Did you miss the part where we said we were police officers?
Right. This way, please.
Would you say you were close?
Sometimes he'd tell me tales of the old days with Grandpa Billy.
But I sort of outgrew them.
When was the last time you saw Galloway?
Night before last.
He was in for a drink and ended up having a few too many.
Ruth asked me to take his keys and drive him home.
So if we were to find your prints and DNA in a dead man's car,
you'd have a ready-made explanation.
Do I need an alibi? I'm not a suspect, am I?
Well, two things we need to be at the start of a murder investigation
is thorough and open-minded.
Oh, for heaven's sake, Cora, we were both with YOU when Lucas was killed.
Is that enough of an alibi?
Time of death was a few hours earlier, actually.
I was getting my hair and nails done.
I like to make an effort for a party.
And what about you? Working from home.
Alone? Ruth was there, too, till she had to go and supervise
the reception catering, anyway.
Look, see, I realise that this is the McFadden brand image nowadays,
you know, the civic receptions, the urban renewal.
But we both know that you're still in the business
where a hostile takeover can come with a body count.
Is this the start of a turf war, Grace?
You tell me.
You're the detective.
SHE SCOFFS
I'm a little confused here, but am I being accused of people smuggling?
No, Captain Nielsen.
No?
Then I don't understand.
We're acting on information that a violent incident
may have taken place onboard your ship shortly before you docked
in Aberdeen, involving a person or persons travelling illegally.
Well, there was no such incident.
You sure about that? Yeah.
I'm the captain of this vessel.
Nothing happens onboard this ship without my permission.
It's a big ship.
Oh, yeah.
And a great responsibility.
It's a fascinating environment.
I'd love to have a look around. I'm afraid that's not permitted.
You're the captain of the ship.
What's permitted is up to you, right?
I have a duty of care to the organisations who actually pay me
to transport their goods. What kind of goods?
The manifest dictate every trip.
Right now, we are reloading cargo for our return voyage.
And in 72 hours, I believe we will be back on sea.
Mm. Not if we impound the vessel.
NIELSEN CHUCKLES
Obviously, I doubt you have the authority for that.
Come on, I give you my word, no laws were broken here.
Might take a bit more than your word, Captain.
Yeah. Nevertheless, I insist that you return to shore.
OK. We can see ourselves out.
Yeah, I'm sure. But, you know, good manners dictate that I escort you.
So, follow me, please.
Officer.
Wow. And I thought people in our line of work were arrogant.
Whisky on his breath at this time of day.
Yeah, I noticed that.
Maybe there's something heavy on his mind.
Maybe he just loves a drink.
Does it even matter?
They'll be gone in a couple of days unless Mac can find someone
with the clout to impound this thing.
There must be a procedure, Bart. Yeah, there is,
but step one is present evidence, and we can't gather any
without permission to search the ship.
So, we just abandon Mariam and forget about her dead husband?
We don't know he's dead, Davis.
Can't even be sure he exists.
SOCO reports finding DNA of two other individuals in Galloway's car
besides the deceased, and fingerprints on the outside.
Neither are showing up on our database.
One of them is almost certainly Duncan McFadden.
He drove Galloway home the other night.
Yeah, but he doesn't have a record.
You know, Grace has managed to groom him to be the acceptable face
of the McFadden family business.
You think if this other person was a rival gang type,
they'd be on file, no? Well, possibly. Aye.
Right, anything else at the scene?
Yeah. SOCO found fibres in Galloway's hair.
Right, but not in the car?
They're aligned to some minor head injuries revealed in the autopsy.
Ketamine overdose can cause seizures.
But if he was thrashing around on the floor,
those fibres could be from a rug or a carpet.
It would mean he was killed elsewhere.
Well, we've got no leads for where elsewhere might be, so...
Well, did you two make any progress down at the docks?
Mm-hm. We speak to the captain of the ship
that could fit the description of Mariam's story.
"Could fit" it?
Arrival time matches.
I mean, we're going to need more than that.
And the captain denies any incident involving stowaways.
Of course. Historically, stowaways were set adrift in a rowboat.
Let the sea decide their fate.
You don't think that still happens?
There have been some cases in modern times.
Right.
Well, we've got no reason to believe anything like that happened.
Well, if we had more time to investigate, then...
Well, we don't. OK?
So let downstairs process Mariam for the shoplifting,
and that will be the end of it.
I want you two to get Galloway's keys from his personal effects
and go to his flat, OK? Just see what you can find.
On it, boss.
Mallick, you can help Monty trace that ketamine.
I mean, that is our murder weapon.
Boss. Got an idea, actually.
Do you, aye? Can't wait to hear it.
Are you kidding me? Our chief inspector doesn't feel
there's grounds for an investigation.
So, find some. A man's dead.
We don't have any proof Hassan was on the ship
or proof that he even existed.
Do you see this?
SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI
Her baby is her proof.
I didn't mean to...
I apologise.
We've arranged for a hospital visit to check on the baby's welfare.
That's good of you...
And after that, you'll be formally charged with shoplifting.
SHE SPEAKS IN FARSI
A van nearly hit her at the harbour.
Maybe the driver remembers her.
Prove that she was there, that she's telling the truth.
It doesn't confirm she was on the boat.
And it doesn't actually prove that anything happened onboard, either.
We've done all we can.
I'm sorry, Mariam.
Monty.
Monty!
You have a minute? Well, not really, but go on.
Make it snappy, Lindo.
Who's the best person to contact to access CCTV?
Well, it depends where. Commercial property? Residential area?
Er... The harbour.
Sorry, aren't you supposed to be letting that non-case go?
Yes, we are. Come on, Davis. Cool.
SHE MOUTHS
What is the point of getting the harbour CCTV?
So there is something else we can take to Mac.
I'm sure she'll be delighted.
You ready to give up? It's not our decision.
OUR decision?
Wow, Bart, you really want this promotion this time, huh?
Come on.
Bart, I'm sorry. It's a joke.
Maybe try DS Bartlett now and again,
just so we understand each other. Of course.
It's 14. This is us.
Keys.
LOCK TURNS
OK.
Keep an eye out for any drug paraphernalia, obviously.
And we should probably get some rug and carpet samples on the...
SHOUTING
Stop! Stop!
Stay down, stay down.
BART SCREAMS
No!
LINDO GROANS
Come on!
EXASPERATED GROWL
Bart, are you all right? Yeah. Go, get after them.
Go!
Oh!
EXASPERATED CRY
Jeez...
An upstanding member of the community, no doubt.
Indeed.
How's your mum doing?
What?
Well, it can't be easy looking after an elderly relative.
I remember towards the end of my mum's life...
She's fine, thank you.
Well, does your brother help out much? When he can.
Good. Good.
Oh, look.
Tut-tut.
Leave it there.
Anything I need to be concerned about?
Do the words "plausible deniability" mean anything to you?
Of course.
But I could have...
You fulfil a role within this organisation,
within this family.
I need you clean,
far removed from anything remotely criminal.
I knew Lucas.
And I'm nae a kid any more. No, you're a grown-up.
So show some maturity.
Do I need to come round there and serve myself?
If Grace is keeping you in the dark, I think it's a good thing.
BANGS GLASS
I thought I kent everyone on the drug squad.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
You are police, though, right?
What gave us away?
Didn't look much like a couple trying to spice things up, so...
We're here on police business, yes.
Brilliant.
All right, this can go one of two ways.
One, we take you in and charge you with possession with intent to
supply, based on whatever's in your pockets there.
You clam up, get a lawyer.
Well, whit's the other way?
You give us some drugs. CK, to be precise.
Is this a shakedown now?
You just want free gear?
It's for lab analysis.
Look, you cooperate, we'll be on our way.
HE SNIGGERS
Aye, OK.
Make sure it's the good stuff. It's ALL the good stuff.
Business is booming, I take it.
No competitors to speak of?
Rivals encroaching on your territory?
Folk ken better round here.
End of chat?
Mr Pierce, a known associate of Lucas Galloway
and a long-term dealer for the McFadden family.
According to Narcotics, the ketamine spike started about six months ago
and shows no sign of letting up.
Matey boy over here is on to a good thing.
No news of any turf wars.
If Galloway was killed by a rival gang,
that must have been their first move.
It's not out of the question.
I've sent the CK sample off for analysis,
but we'll be relying on the cocaine for anything distinctive.
Why is that?
Well, ketamine is a purely pharmaceutical product.
You know, it's made on an industrial scale.
It's not a compound, you know, like crystal meth.
So any ketamine that you get in the street,
it's probably come from a legitimate source.
Is that our next step, then?
Contact hospitals, veterinarians, pharmacies?
See if any ket's gone missing.
If the drug's been flooding the city for a six-month period,
it must have taken more than a one-off robbery or a dodgy vet.
Well, maybe there's a whole network of dodgy vets.
Mm.
Anything to show from the flat?
Apart from your bumps and bruises.
We've taken carpet fibres and sent them for analysis.
See if they match those on the deceased's hair.
Well, that's something, potentially.
Well, as far as we could see, there was nothing missing
but the laptop. So either we disturbed them or...
Or that's exactly what they came for. Mm.
Right, I'm going to need all hands to the pump tonight. OK?
While I go and follow a lead, Bart, you can help Monty and Mallick.
Davis... Mm? ..I want you on the footwear database.
There's a footwear database?
Ha-ha! Oh, it's fascinating.
And sometimes productive.
SOCO found some decent footprints at the crime scene.
I want you to find a match.
Great.
MALLICK SNIGGERS
Have fun with that, Lindo.
MALLICK LAUGHS
SARCASTICALLY: Heh, heh, heh.
HE SIGHS LOUDLY
You've never been to prison before, have you?
I have not.
Ah, I don't think you'd enjoy it much.
Isn't that the point of prison?
If I find out it was your men who raided Galloway's flat
and assaulted my officers, I'll see to it that you go down
for conspiracy to defeat the ends of justice.
I don't know what you're talking about.
No? No.
Well, there was no sign of a break-in at the flat,
which means the guys must have had keys.
And that suggests to me somebody that Lucas was close to.
Somebody he'd leave a spare set with.
We didn't have that kind of relationship.
OK, well, maybe somebody for the company
who built the flats he lived in?
The McFadden Family Group.
Oh.
SHE LAUGHS
See, this tightrope that you're walking,
it won't hold forever, Grace.
When I was starting out, my SIO, he nicked your dad,
but we couldn't make the charges stick.
But I'm promising you now,
I'll make sure they stick for you.
Need a lift home? My taxi's booked.
I get the impression you're quite an, an organised person.
I try to be.
Aye, I mean, the bar seems to run like clockwork.
Hopefully.
You must, well, see lots of things, the hours you work.
I'm not sure I understand.
Well, you know, people coming and going,
conversations, confrontations.
I prefer to mind my own business. Huh?
Customers, they sort of insist.
What about family?
Family? Even more so.
CAR PULLS UP
This is me.
DOOR SHUTS
OK. Yeah, yeah.
Thanks for your help. Bye.
Having a productive evening?
Oh, massively. You?
Oh, it's fascinating.
I mean, I can see why they think it's a stupid question.
If you'd had a load of ketamine nicked, you'd have reported it, right?
That's what I'm saying.
No luck with the trainers, then, no?
The ground near the car was a bit of a short cut.
Lots of foot traffic. Six matches.
That's not bad.
The two men at Galloway's place were wearing boots, right?
Oh, yes. I got a good look at them when I hit the deck.
MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES
Mac wants to see me in her office.
That's never good.
Have you been chasing the harbour CCTV
instead of doing what you were asked?
As well, not instead.
There's nothing to see, anyway.
No clear view of the van driver.
And no Mariam in sight.
Oh, so you got yourself into bother for nothing, then?
I had to try.
Oh. MACMILLAN LAUGHS
Oh, he liked that hat.
That was his favourite hat. You can tell.
Boss.
Daddy, why you there?
Getting acquainted with the Detective Chief Inspector.
Who is very charming, by the way. Oh, thank you.
Your dad's brought us some old photos.
Look. Aw, very bonny.
We've known from an early age where his future lies.
He's a natural.
Well, it has been lovely to meet you, but you must excuse me.
Of course.
Erm, you can't just show up to my workplace, you know?
Ah, yes. I understand you're looking at pictures of running shoes.
No, actually, Mr Lindo... Grantley, please.
Actually, what I said was he's cross-referencing crime scene
evidence with an analytic database.
Of course. I meant no offence.
I'll walk you out.
Well, I want you to know that your son is a valued member of my team.
This has been a wonderful experience for him.
I'm grateful for all you've done.
What was that all about? Me don't like your tone, son.
I think you come to Scotland to attend my graduation?
Not to embarrass me in front of my boss.
That was not my intention. Then what is, Daddy?
Me hoping you will see sense.
Hello.
You must be Davis's dad.
Good to finally put a face to the name.
I've heard a lot about you. All good, I hope.
This is Detective Sergeant Bartlett.
A sergeant, and you're in charge of catering. Fish and chips.
These are for a prisoner. Mariam's being transferred.
Who's Mariam to deserve such special treatment?
She's a young woman that Davis has been trying to help.
Anyway, hopefully I'll see you again sometime.
Likewise, DS Bartlett.
Mm. Now I understand.
What? You want me to come home.
That's what "see sense" means.
You're busy, and there's a lot more we need to discuss.
DAVIS BLOWS EXASPERATEDLY
Well, it's nice of you to come and wave her off into the system.
It turns out her passport's forged.
Look, she had no choice, all right?
Katie, it's out of our control now.
I've advised her to claim asylum.
Is Mariam even her real name?
What difference does it make?
You know where they take her?
The hostel on Powell Street,
with all the other lost souls.
OK.
Why are you acting like you even care?
BART SIGHS
Come on.
Right, what have we got?
Not a sausage.
If any ketamine has been stolen or sold off,
nobody knows about it, or at least nobody's saying.
So we are looking at stuff coming in from down south
or being smuggled in from abroad?
I'd say that's more than likely.
There is an option we could try.
All right, Monty, don't keep us in suspense.
The Northern Region's Procurement Service is responsible
for the ketamine in the first place.
They import to order and then distribute amongst the NHS,
the private sector, veterinarians, everyone.
Their records will show precisely
how much went to each hospital and clinic.
So you cross-reference it with the individual records
and see if any fail to match up. Mm-hm.
As I said, it's an option.
Yeah, great.
Let me get the ball rolling with the NRPS.
Yeah? Yeah, I've got a contact there.
Fine. Yeah. Do what it takes.
RING TONE
Hiya. Yeah, I need some information.
Are you busy?
Right. I'll see you soon.
WOMAN SHOUTING: I am going to take two steps and have...
What do you mean, my safety? My safety needs fresh air.
We have mental health. We are human beings.
You cannot... I'm sorry. You are not sorry.
Please go back inside. Look, I am not a prisoner
and you are not my custodian. I wish to step outside for fresh air.
You are not empowered to restrict my movements.
Hey, yo, yo.
Let her go. I'll accept full responsibility.
How nice of you, sir.
Did you prefer it when I was scared and stupid?
Mariam, you asked us to trust you.
We were advised to be pathetic.
"Don't be confrontational, Look for mercy and compassion."
Well, I did. And it puts me in a hostel waiting to be deported.
My husband gone.
You make it almost impossible for me to help you now.
The forged passport.
Without a forged passport, I'd still be trapped
where women are killed for showing their hair in public.
I'm from Iran.
I understand.
Do you?
Because I don't.
And I was born there.
And because I chose to burn my scarf,
show my hair, and dance in public in defiance of a tyrannical regime,
I am now an enemy of the state.
I am apart from my country,
my people.
Hassan and I decided we wouldn't bring a child into a society
that punishes them for how they're born,
especially if they're a girl.
But now Hassan is gone.
And I could be sent back there.
HE SIGHS
Me not going to make a promise me can't keep,
but I believe you're telling the truth.
I want you to know that.
It does mean something.
You believing me.
But what are you going to do about it, detective?
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Hey!
You're not allowed down here.
Keep your hands to yourself.
This is how you deal with people you don't want onboard?
LINDO GRUNTS
That's enough, Axel.
The officer understands he has no business onboard this ship.
It won't require force to remove him.
Let go off of me.
I've already informed the harbour master of this incident.
Efficient of you.
Elsa is our manifest director.
She's, er, responsible for cargo security.
Does she know there's a lifeboat missing?
She knows you're incorrect. Oh...
Because I think somebody on this ship
put a terrified man in a little inflatable lifeboat
and pretended they were letting the sea decide his fate.
I believe the sea decides all our fates, Detective.
What's that supposed to mean?
Captain Nielsen has nothing more to say, Detective.
That right, Captain?
You'd better not say nothing.
OK. Have a good one.
PHONE KEYS BEEP
LINDO: Good evening, boss.
Could you repeat that, please?
Good evening, boss.
Ah. Right, no, I heard you the first time, but I thought,
I mean, that cannae be right.
Well, me learn my lesson.
He doesn't treat me like his superior officer.
He just does what he bloody well likes.
I apologise. Good.
But, boss, listen, there's a lifeboat missing from the Stolthet.
They're lying about what happened onboard.
I don't want to hear, "But, boss," or anything about lifeboats, Lindo.
OK? I just want you to follow instructions.
Understood?
Yes, boss.
Magic. OK.
Instruction number one.
I want you to forget about Mariam
and concentrate on the Galloway case.
Have you got that?
Davis? I said, have you got that?
Loud and clear, boss.
PHONE KEYS BEEP
DOOR INTERCOM BUZZES
Cheers, buddy.
Relax, man.
No-one here speaks Danish or Norwegian.
Another round, please.
No, no, no.
I saw the mother, Axel.
I saw her.
She was pregnant.
I couldn't leave her.
I had to help her.
Do you realise what you've done?
You don't have to tell me what that means.
You put us all in jeopardy.
I made a terrible mistake.
You let her go.
It's Elsa. I think we have a problem.
Can you come meet me?
THEY ARGUE
This is on you.
Good evening. I'm here to see... Hey, you!
I'll take care of this reprobate.
Thanks.
So, to what do I owe this honour?
I need a favour.
Of course, anything. You know that.
Can you tell me what I need to know about the importation
and distribution of ketamine?
Well, if I can't, I'll point you in the direction of someone who can.
Good enough. This way.
Er, Julie here will print off the distribution lists.
And if you come back tomorrow, I'll give you the guided tour,
answer any questions you have. Thanks.
Actually, would it be too much trouble to get those lists emailed
over as well, please? Not at all.
Give me two seconds to make a call, and I'll walk you out.
Yeah. I'll be... I'll be right back.
Hey, keep an eye on him, Jules.
Here you are. Thanks very much.
PHONE VIBRATES
Yeah, it's me.
The police are here and they're asking questions.
They want information
about ketamine imports.
And...
..it's not just any cop.
It's my brother.