01x04 - Episode 4

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Merritt?

Hello?

Merritt Lingard, is that you?

Did you just

Hello?

Hey!

I'm talking to you!

I'm an officer of the court.

Do you know what that means?

It means that

every police officer in the country

is gonna be looking for me right now.

Do you have any idea

how much trouble you're in?

Where's my brother?

Is my brother here?

Have you got my brother?

I swear to God, if you f*cking touch him

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la

La, la, la

La, la, la

100% it gets under my skin. 100%.

But more than that, you know what?

It just It confuses me.

"Tatty-byes." What the f*ck?

It's just goodbye, Carl.

It's not. No, no, no.

"Tatties" are potatoes.

What do potatoes have to do

with saying bye?

Potatoes are a f*cking foodstuff.

What the f*ck do Cheerios have to do

with saying goodbye?

Cheerios are a breakfast cereal.

You're being facetious. Yay.

No, I'm just trying to find a plumber.

Do you have any recommendations?

Not my area of expertise.

Mine either, hence the need

to look up an actual expert.

You hate Scotland so much.

Why'd you ever move here?

I married into it.

Well, now you can leave, finally.

Give us our f*cking independence.

How is it you're supposed

to be helping me, huh?

If your dishwasher breaks,

you call in a plumber.

In this scenario, Carl, I'm your plumber.

Half of my life is spent

with gross incompetence,

and the other half

with an ill-tempered, jizzed-up teenager.

He's not even mine. He's not even mine.

I somehow won him

in the great coconut shy of divorce,

along with silverware,

which needs an awful lot less polishing.

- I didn't know you had a son.

- Stepson.

You share custody?

Oh, no, no. Lucky me.

I get Jasper all to myself.

He's not with his mother?

Victoria travels a lot with work.

She thought it'd be better

for Jasper to have a

strong male figure in his life

at this, as she puts it

crucial juncture in his development.

Wow.

I have to say, Carl, I'm surprised.

- At?

- The reason you haven't left.

That's a massive commitment

you signed on for.

Don't worry. I fought her on it.

There he is.

The time came to take him

to his grandmother's house. I was like

Mm

And I couldn't I

I couldn't leave him. Couldn't do it.

- Because you care about him.

- No.

Because I f*cking hate that old b*tch.

How old's Jasper?

Seventeen.

"f*ck you. Tuck me in."

Excuse me?

Teenagers.

They need to hate you,

so they can leave when the time comes,

but they don't want to go,

so they drive everybody nuts.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure

Jasper's not that conflicted.

You've got a lot going on

in your life, Carl.

Yeah, yeah,

you could say that, Rachel. Yeah, yeah.

It's no wonder

you went doolally on live TV.

But that's our time for today.

Wow.

- I feel like we made a real breakthrough.

- Uh-huh.

Tatty-bye, Carl.

Cheerio, Rachel.

We need to revisit the scene,

do another walkthrough.

There must be something we've missed.

And while you're at it,

have another chat with the neighbors.

They must remember something.

You can't be here.

- How long's it been? 4 months?

- I can't discuss the case.

It's professional courtesy,

even if only one of us is a professional.

And only one of us is actually courteous.

Touché.

I'm gonna have Moira move the team

to somewhere you can't find us.

Oh, good luck in this f*cking n*zi castle.

I tell you what, why don't we trade?

You take our primo spot

in the changing dungeon,

and we come up here into the light.

Keep it up,

and, uh, one might get the idea

you're trying to sabotage

the investigation.

I'm actually trying to help you.

It's just you are

too f*cking insecure to accept it.

Why not just, uh, tell me what you think

instead of being your usual chesty prick?

sh**ter was waiting inside

when we got there.

You told D.C. Wilson and D.C. Clark

that the sh**ter had been waiting outside.

- I told them someone was waiting outside.

- You used the word "sh**ter."

We would have heard or seen

someone come inside.

Not if they came in through the back.

Especially if they came in

through the back.

There were bins piled up in front of it.

Why would anyone do that?

Because most of the people in those flats

use that space as another room.

Inside, there was a chair

in front of the door.

Anyone coming in

would have to move the bins,

open the door, and move the chair.

All of which, what?

Without us hearing them?

The chair was moved,

and the bins were knocked over.

Neither was the case when I arrived.

I clocked the bins, the chair.

Why? It's the job.

Now, the dead man had been

in there for a while.

The daughter hadn't heard from him

for a few days, yeah?

So someone sat there

in the house overnight,

waiting for what?

I don't know.

I'm pointing out that

someone went out, not in, the back door.

Also, CCTV shows a guy in McDonald's

roughly around 25 minutes

before the sh**ting starts, yeah?

He left, then came back

before you arrived.

- Why?

- According to you, he got thirsty.

Cup was over there,

where the Ford was parked,

indicating that he ate his chips

and drank his McFlurry over there.

Depending on how fast he did his eating,

that's 10 minutes

before he went into the flat.

He could have got back in time

to reenter the flat before you arrived.

It's a short drive.

It better be a very short drive.

The CCTV puts

a guy in a hoodie dressed in black

in McDonald's just after 10:15.

He's in there for 12 minutes,

which takes us to 10:30.

P.C. Anderson's bodycam puts

the sh**ting exactly eight minutes later.

So that's eight minutes

to drive back to Leith Park,

eat, drink, beat us to the flat,

get into the flat, and then sh**t us.

In fact, less than eight minutes,

because P.C. Anderson arrived before.

Then you negate your argument

that the sh**ter was already inside

before you arrived.

Your witness

said she saw someone get into the Ford

immediately after the sh**ting

and drive away.

Former witness, but yes.

Towards which direction

did she say the car drove away?

Towards the football pitch.

And on which side of the car

did she say the person got in?

She didn't.

Maybe go back and ask her, yeah?

Bloody hell.

There were two of them.

Oh, aye?

Hardy.

I, uh

brought you a

For f*ck's sake, stop your greeting.

You're making me feel worse.

Thank you.

So what's going on?

How's Carl treating you?

- He barely notices me.

- Doubt that.

Gives Akram all the good stuff.

- Gives me all the shite work.

- Such as?

I'm on my way out to Mhòr

to look at William Lingard's attack,

but I think he just wants to keep me away

from the investigation.

He brought you on. Why would he want to?

- I blackmailed him into bringing me on.

- No one can blackmail Carl.

- Why not?

- He doesn't give a sh*t.

Trust me on this.

If he didn't want you,

you wouldn't be there.

So what's your plan for Mhòr?

I'm, uh, taking the ferry.

Not how you're getting there.

What the f*ck you gonna do?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, um I, uh

thought I'd, uh, first speak

to the constable, get his perspective.

His perspective means f*ck all.

Only your perspective matters.

- What's my perspective?

- Exactly.

Go see the constable,

but only to tell him you're on the job.

And if he can help with a map.

Something you don't need.

Make him feel like he matters.

That way, he leaves you alone.

Okay, um And then I can go

and visit the crime scene?

16 years past? Waste of time.

- Not even to get a feel?

- A feel?

All you're gonna feel is,

"Okay, so this is where it happened."

So

They had somebody right for it,

didn't they?

He died trying to get away.

Henry something.

Harry Jennings.

- Harry Jennings. Start there.

- With the dead guy?

With the dead guy. With his family,

his friends, his f*cking goldfish.

Look for connections.

This was 20 years ago.

It's probably nothing to do with Harry.

Probably not,

but every spoke leads back to the hub,

so pick one and make it your own.

- Carl tell you that?

- Nero Wolfe.

Whoever the f*ck that is.

What spoke are you gonna follow?

- What happened after the disappearance.

- We don't know what happened.

We don't know what happened to Merritt,

but she existed.

She caused ripples

with people, institutions, things,

and these ripples, in turn,

caused patterns in her life.

It can be useful to see if

these patterns change

after one ceases to exist.

Hmm. Nero Wolfe again?

That one was Carl.

That would assume

it was somebody in her life that took her.

It's a f*cking guess, aye.

But that's what we start with, isn't it?

Guesses. We just call them theories.

Mm.

So

There the guy is,

sitting in the pub, stark naked,

pint in front of him,

just waiting on me to arrest him.

God, you must have so many great stories.

Too many, yeah.

Go on.

That's the Royal Regiment

of Scotland's 4th Battalion.

- The Highlanders.

- You know military history?

I know the Highlanders descended

from the Seaforths,

the Camerons, and the Gordons.

Aye, well, there they all are. Look.

- Can I?

- Aye, course.

God, they're beautiful.

Where'd you get them?

I made them.

- No, you did not.

- Aye, I did.

Well, they are beautiful.

Oh, wow.

How does an arsehole

like you have for a boss

recruit someone as lovely as you, eh?

I'm not so lovely.

I've a dark soul.

- I bet.

- Mm.

- Multiple personalities.

- Even better.

I could use more than one of you.

Unlike the nitwits I've got here.

That's Colin, my eldest.

Nothing more moving

than the love between father and son.

If you say so.

Uh, so there's eight of you

on the force over here?

Aye, two of them are part-time though.

- Don't suppose there's much crime?

- The odd pub fight. Public intoxication.

It's an island after all.

You rob the bank, where are you gonna go?

So, say, someone breaking

into a house to steal this or that

and beating someone to a pulp,

that would be unusual.

Very.

Not to mention the suspect getting k*lled

making his escape.

Talking about the Lingards?

Well, actually, I'm more interested

in the suspect, Harry Jennings,

the boy who almost beat

William Lingard to death.

I know who you mean.

The other robberies that month.

- There was no violence involved.

- None.

Did you consider Harry wasn't involved?

Of course I did, but there was

no one home during the other burglaries.

And as soon as he was of age,

I was pulling that lad off boys

in the pub at least once a week.

He had what I would call a foul temper.

Harry was easy to piss off?

The lad was born pissed off.

He came out of his mother pre-enraged.

So it was just bad luck, then,

that William was home.

Aye, and that's all it was. Very bad luck.

Merritt left right after that?

She got on the heli to hospital

with her brother and didn't come back.

She came back one time. For the funeral.

Aye, yeah, for once you're right.

She did come back for the funeral.

W-w-wait.

For the funeral of the boy

who almost beat her brother to death?

Harry and Merritt were close.

If they were so close,

why would he rob her house?

'Cause the family were desperate.

Clive Jennings's business had gone bust.

- Can I talk to Clive?

- If you're clairvoyant.

He died, what, six years ago?

- And the mum, Ailsa?

- You do your homework, don't you?

You sure you don't wanna come

and work for me? You could train Colin up.

Marry him, set him straight.

Aw, no. He's too handsome.

I'd be distracted.

Aye, Ailsa's still with us,

but she's not a very social person.

Can knock on her door, see what happens.

- Colin will show you the way.

- I can find it.

All the same,

Colin will take you.

- You really ate his lunch.

- Wasn't that hard.

Your mates that came over last time,

they give you the heads-up

on the old toy soldiers?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I just love men in uniform.

Oh!

Really think I'm handsome, do you?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, you're

like a young, g*y Ralph Fiennes.

Oh.

Caught the "straighten him out" line.

That's good.

Again, it wasn't hard.

One of these days, I'm gonna leave.

Can't say I blame you.

You may have noticed that talk

of the Lingards and the Jennings is

a sore subject for the constable.

- You call your dad "the constable"?

- I sure as f*ck don't call him "Da."

Have you seen the crime scene photos?

Of the break-in?

Uh, yeah, yeah. I've looked at them.

Why? What about them?

After your boss requested the case files,

the constable went

and dug them out the archives

and stayed all night reading them.

Carl has a brilliant way

of motivating people.

This was more than motivated.

I mean, he was upset.

So I had a wee look at the files myself.

Little devil.

And?

I'd never read them,

'cause I was just a kid then,

but, man, it was it was brutal.

Like the crime scene photos

made me sick to my stomach.

Harry pretty much caved in

William's skull.

Mm. Gave him brain damage.

Ugh, so there was this tech photo

of the room that they found William in,

but someone

had, uh, circled something that was

lying on the floor with a black marker.

Circled what?

A necklace.

Any idea why it was circled?

No.

And you think your dad circled it?

Well, I

couldn't possibly say.

Could you, um

could you scan the photo?

Ah. Yeah, I could.

Might make the constable look bad.

Or maybe that's the idea.

Um Exactly what kind

of hazardous waste are we talking about?

Oh, um

Asbestos?

Uranium, maybe?

I've never really thought about it.

- Nothing to worry about.

- Yeah.

This place used to be full of men, 24-7.

What was Jennings' business?

You name it, Clive Jennings fixed it.

Or painted it or scrapped it.

That's the old Jennings abode over there.

How did it burn down?

Well, like the constable likes to say,

it all started when a bolt of lightning

struck the insurance policy.

Mrs. Jennings?

It's Colin Cunningham.

Uh

I'm coming in.

Hello?

Ailsa?

- It's Colin.

- That explains the dead birds.

Ailsa?

- She's probably at church.

- It's Tuesday.

Yeah, I know. She has, like,

a part-time job there as a bookkeeper.

And you're just remembering this now?

Your dad's right. You are a nitwit.

Oh.

Rather cutting.

You know, it's not that far from here,

if you wanna drive over.

Can't miss the ferry.

In a way, I'm relieved.

What was I supposed to ask her?

What was it like losing your son?

No offense, but what a place to grow up.

No wonder Merritt ran away.

Everything dies here.

Well

It's not that easy to get away.

- Merritt did.

- She thought she did.

In the end,

she died in the same water as Harry.

- Paradise on earth.

- Mm.

But when you've gotta go,

you've gotta go, so he finds this dune.

Squats down, does his dirty business.

We know it's him. Ruined the place.

Then this wee dog crawls

in the house, a spaniel.

He blamed it on the spaniel.

We're like, "There's no way

that comes out a spaniel."

The thing was bigger than the spaniel.

Evening, Carl.

Evening, Victoria.

So, love, what happened

to my snow globe collection?

Burgled by someone with no taste.

He threw them all in the bin.

But don't worry, I managed to shield

your lovely prints from his evil clutches.

Thank you, Martin.

The place looks just as I left it, Carl.

Mm-hmm. Like a mausoleum.

Mm.

I haven't got long.

I'm back out on the Frankfurt flight.

- You let yourself in. It's your meeting.

- I let her in.

- And you know the way out.

- Charming as always.

Bye, babe.

- You look rough.

- I nearly died.

What? This morning?

Hmm.

How's what's-his-name in duty free?

- He's a f*cking pilot.

- He's a f*cking d*ck.

Mm.

Okay. Jasper left.

He's staying with your mum.

I assume she phoned,

hence this lovely surprise.

Yeah, she phoned me. What happened?

You played him that f*cking voicemail.

No, that's not the reason he left.

He and I made a deal. Things were better.

You made a deal? He needs a father,

not a f*cking car salesman.

Then you poke your nose in and ba*ls it up

like you want to sabotage things.

- f*cking amazes me.

- Why would I?

Why play him the voicemail?

- I want him to know it wasn't his fault.

- What wasn't?

The way you are with him.

With everyone, really.

I want him to know it's not about him.

It's about you.

What? He idolizes you,

and you push him away.

Idolizes me? He barely grunts at me.

Oh, he's 17. He's not exactly

gonna recite poetry, is he?

When you were rushed into hospital,

he was there.

He never left

until you were out of surgery, out of

danger.

How do you know that?

Mum told me.

Never said anything to me.

Did you ever ask him?

Did you think

how scared he must have been?

It wasn't exactly a picnic for me either.

Did you ever explain that to him?

It's not the easiest thing

to drop in a conversation, Vic.

I'm not saying it's easy, Carl.

He's angry, but you're his stepdad.

Maybe he's angry because his mother

f*cked off to parts unknown.

- We're having another conversation.

- Oh, I beg to differ.

He needs you. When you shut him out,

it feels like punishment.

I don't shut him out, f*ck's sake.

Shall I play that voicemail for you?

"Oh, I think maybe I'm better off alone."

- That's not about him!

- That's my point.

Jasper needs to know that the problem is

what goes on

inside that head of yours, not him.

I need to go.

- Want me to go and pick him up?

- Nah, leave him.

Mum will be driving him mad.

He'll be home soon.

But you need to think

about what he's coming home to.

Uh-huh.

Oh, sorry.

Not at all.

I was waiting for you.

To hear about Mhòr.

It was interesting.

How so?

- Where did you get this?

- The Lingard robbery and as*ault file.

My pal Colin sent it.

Colin?

Cunningham's deputy and son.

In that order.

Also my future g*y husband.

It's listed as "Diamond pendant on

platinum chain belonging to Lila Lingard."

Listed where?

On the insurance claim.

But it wasn't stolen.

Not then, it wasn't.

Merritt came back for it.

When?

On the day of Harry Jennings' funeral.

Oh, f*ck you, you sick f

sick f*ck.

Is this what you want?

Eh, you want me like this?

Here you are, prick! Here you are!

Hello?

Continue.

Jasper?

Oh, what, oh, what, oh, what the

Every time I try stay lowkey

They be on to me and I don't know why

What did I do to deserve this sh*t?

I'm a humble guy

Jesus f*ck.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

I thought you hated the kids' music.

I do. I loathe it.

So I decided to study it.

See what kids are drawn to,

like any archaeologist.

You're getting a doctorate in philosophy.

Or have you changed your mind again?

A philosopher is an archaeologist

of the mind, don't you think?

I honestly don't give a f*ck.

What is all this?

I thought you and I could have

a nice dinner and a talk.

- You know how much I love talking to you.

- You need to talk to somebody.

Made your favorite. Liver.

Who told you my favorite was liver?

Jasper.

He was f*cking with you.

It's quite funny.

Dare I ask what it is

that you wanna talk about?

Leith Park.

What the f*ck for?

Because,

as my favorite philosopher likes to say,

healing yourself is connected

with healing others.

- Yoko Ono.

- Yoko? Not John. Yoko?

"A dream you dream alone is only a dream.

A dream you dream together is reality."

He was the twee to her sincere.

My therapist thinks I can heal myself

by talking about Leith Park with her.

You see a therapist? Voluntarily?

f*ck no, it's department mandated.

Thank God. The world remains as I know it.

Think I can heal myself talking with you?

Good luck, friendo.

Not with me. Not even with your therapist.

With Jasper.

- Were you listening?

- It was hard not to.

It's actually easy.

Just mind your own f*cking business.

Look.

Victoria's not wrong.

Okay.

The b*llet went in here,

and it came out here.

You can see that.

Give me f*cking strength.

The b*llet

went in here,

and it came out here

after, after

it went through Hardy's spine.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

"Oh."

Hardy slowed it down,

which no doubt saved my life.

He, meanwhile,

is paralyzed from the waist down.

One good arm, one with half mobility.

And as we all know, P.C. Anderson wasn't

quite that f*cking lucky.

Victoria said he was scared

when he saw me in hospital.

How's he gonna feel

when he hears all that?

How's he gonna feel when I tell him

even if we were armed,

it would've come out the same?

You know why that is, Martin?

I'll tell you.

No matter how many f*cking platitudes

you find on the internet,

the world is a seriously dangerous place

where no one is safe

from one bad surprise

ruining their f*cking life.

You know why that is, Martin?

Because the most dangerous

f*cking creatures on this planet are us.

Now I'm gonna take a shower,

I'm gonna come back, we're gonna sit down,

and we're gonna eat that

f*cking liver.

Preferably in silence.

I can assume William didn't see

his father on the ferry or at home.

Why assume that?

We can assume William could recognize

his own f*cking father.

Even after 12 years?

All right, Rose. Come on.

Share with us your theory.

Share with the class why Jamie is involved

with his daughter's disappearance.

- I can't wait.

- I don't know why, Carl.

I just know that according to William,

he saw someone wearing a cap,

both on the ferry and at the house,

with the name of Jamie's boat on it.

No, he saw someone wearing a cap

with the image of a f*cking bird,

but you, amateur ornithologist,

have decided

it's the same bird as Jamie's boat.

Have I got that right?

- You're doing that thing.

- What thing?

You disagree just to be disagreeable.

I'm disagreeing with you

because you haven't thought it through

to make me agree.

Well

What about the necklace, huh?

The mother's.

The one Jamie said Merritt took.

- What about it?

- Maybe Jamie was trying to get it back.

Let me get this straight.

He was stalking his daughter,

then he kidnapped and/or k*lled her

to get the necklace back, is that right?

Okay. That's ridiculous.

- Yeah.

- f*ck.

- Akram, what are those?

- Came from the Crown Office.

- Gone through 'em all?

- Most of them.

Anything good?

The woman seemed to have no life.

There's nothing in her diaries.

Phone records.

All to and from home,

and to and from the office.

It's like she went

straight home every night.

No dinner with the highers-up.

No drinks at the pub with colleagues.

"I miss you already."

"Look forward to the next time.

Same room?"

"I believe that bed brings good luck."

Signed, "S."

So she didn't always go straight home.

Who the f*ck is "S"?

There's the florist, but no date.

Meaning she could have got this

anytime before she disappeared.

I doubt they still have a record.

- Maybe someone remembers the card?

- From when?

Again, who knows when she got this?

She saved the card for some reason.

"Same room."

- A hotel.

- But which one?

This lot came from her office, yeah?

Who packed it up?

Her PA, um

Sabrine Perera.

Sabrine.

Was this a loo or something?

Shower quarters.

Ah, of course.

Merritt had a reputation

for being aggressive.

That's one way to put it.

How would you put it?

She provoked people.

Went straight at them. Tested them.

Merritt didn't care what people thought.

Long as they thought

she was good at her job.

- And did they think that?

- They had to because she was.

Stephen Burns said that she didn't fit in.

Neither of us did.

I think that's why she took me with her.

So she'd have an ally.

Against the rugby boys

from the posh schools?

We used to joke about them.

Good teeth and bad attitudes.

- It was us against them.

- I know the feeling.

They try to intimidate you.

Make you feel like a wee cog

in their big boys' machine.

What?

Are you finished?

- Sorry.

- So

Merritt was strong? A survivor?

Survivor? Are you kidding?

She absolutely thrived on that stuff.

So she could survive, say, in, um

difficult situations?

You think she could be alive?

It's possible.

Nah, it's been four years.

I don't think she'd just up

and abandon her brother or me like that.

If she was alive, I would just know.

Because you were that close?

- We just always had a connection.

- Oh, yeah?

- That was never gonna happen.

- Why not?

Because we weren't batting

for the same team.

Speaking of, do you remember this?

No.

You packed it up

with the rest of her office stuff.

If you say so.

Any idea who "S" might be?

You think that's me?

I think it's someone

whose name begins with "S."

The word "someone" starts with "S."

Could be f*cking anybody.

- Call the f*cking florist. Ask them.

- Uh, we did. They're out of business.

Could it be someone from work?

Christ, I hope not.

Is this all you've got?

So this is just what it looks like.

A publicity stunt and a waste of time.

- We want to find her.

- So did the last guy. Look how far he got.

The last guy f*cked up.

Mm.

Least he wasn't working out of a loo

in the arse end of the station

with what looks to me

like a pair of temporaries from a PA pool.

No wonder you were so liked.

Tell me why you're gonna do any better.

'Cause I'm doing it.

sh*t.

You actually sound like her.

If Merritt was seeing someone,

I woulda known.

All those alpha males.

None of them ever tried their luck?

Of course they tried.

They all fancied her.

They were probably running a sweepstake.

But she wasn't interested.

When she talked about them,

it was like they were beneath her.

She wasn't friendly with any?

I don't know.

Maybe Liam.

They worked the Finch case together,

and that was more cordial than friendly.

- Liam Taylor?

- Aye.

He was a good prosecutor.

And happily married.

So he wasn't always panting

after her like the others.

- Why'd you say "good"?

- That was how Merritt rated him.

- She ever express any interest in him?

- I asked her about him once.

She said she saw Liam more as a challenge.

She knew he was happily married.

She'd never go there.

So if Merritt had a fella,

it was someone outside the office.

- What are you doing? You're not a tourist.

- It's good luck.

Not for the dog.

He's had his nose replaced twice. Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'll keep this short,

being a man of few words.

Yeah, right.

All right, all right.

Um

You should be proud.

I know how hard you've worked

and how little recognition you'll get.

But I would like to say

thank you and well done,

and it feels f*cking good to win.

- It's the wee one's birthday.

- Mm.

Bright and early.

Carl f*cking Morck.

Liam Taylor, in the flesh.

Liam Taylor, I am Akram.

- I heard you were dead.

- Only on the inside.

We were talking about you.

Can you hang around for a bit?

After I speak to your boss.

It's Kelly's birthday.

We're having a family dinner.

Okay. Do you still do

that weird polar bear routine?

Every morning. Keeps me young.

Until your f*cking heart explodes.

- I'm glad you're still alive.

- I'll find you.

You celebrating?

Three convictions

in a money laundering case.

Not gonna go down well at the golf club.

Who has time for golf?

- I don't think we've met.

- I am Akram.

He holds my umbrella.

Is there something I can do for you,

aside from listening

to your tired routines about the weather?

"I miss you already."

Excuse me?

"I can't wait for next time."

"Same room, same bed."

Blah, blah, blah.

Sorry, you've lost me.

It was a note attached to some flowers

that were sent to Merritt.

Sent from who?

An admirer with the initial "S."

Ah, I see.

Any idea who that might be, Stephen?

None.

To be clear, Merritt and I

never discussed her personal life.

You were her supervisor, her mentor.

All the more reason. No idea

what she got up to outside the office.

What about inside the office?

People have relationships all the time.

And I'd still expect them

to behave professionally.

If people did what we expected of them,

you and I would be out of a job.

Oh.

That wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Anything else? Or would you like

to risk another question?

Not today.

Very nice meeting you,

Lord Advocate.

Oh, f*ck off.

- Cup of tea?

- You should be sleeping.

- And wait for the water to boil this time.

- Whatever.

- Maybe you can find me a wee biscuit?

- Go to sleep!

Well done, Merritt.

Water looks delightful.

Got a shriveled knob just watching you.

You should try it.

Great way to wake yourself up.

Assuming one wants to wake up, yeah.

I remember you

in those early morning case conferences.

Real ray of sunshine.

Speaking of cold and cases

Aye, okay.

You and Merritt Lingard worked

the Graham Finch case.

We did.

How'd you find her?

Ambitious. Annoying.

She was very focused.

Not much of a team player.

- Didn't think much of her colleagues?

- She did not.

But I never had a problem with her.

Her former PA said

Merritt thought of you as a challenge.

- Challenge?

- Yeah, you know, a

A test, a prize to be won.

Flattered, I guess.

Everyone tells me

Merritt loved a challenge.

She passed all the tests,

won all the prizes.

I'm wondering,

if she thought of you as a challenge,

did she act on it?

And as she usually got what she wanted,

if she did act on it

- I'm asking did

- Did I f*ck Merritt?

- Or vice versa, yeah.

- f*ck sake, Carl.

Change my mind, Liam.

Tell me nothing happened.

Tell me you didn't go there.

- I don't know what to say.

- You say it didn't happen.

It didn't happen.

- f*cking hell, Liam.

- Carl

Does Martha know?

Course not.

Course not.

How did it start?

Like you said,

Merritt got me in her sights.

Then we went for a drink after work.

We both got a bit pissed.

She kissed me,

and one thing led to another.

- Lasted a month.

- Took you a month to come to your senses.

It was Merritt. She ended it.

Why?

She just did it.

No warning, no explanation, no big fight.

Just, "Thanks. I'll see you around."

I kept my distance after that.

You're married.

She never brought people back.

- Where did you meet up?

- Hotel.

- Which?

- Prince's Garden.

Ever send her flowers?

She'd have hated that.

Do you remember any dates?

- No, but she always paid.

- Oh, looking out for you.

- There'll most likely be a record.

- It was a while ago.

Over a year before she disappeared.

None of this has to do

with your investigation.

The only way

Martha finds out is if you tell her.

Doesn't have to go in a file?

So you messed around.

She dumped you. You felt played.

- Then waited a year to k*ll her?

- I don't know if anyone k*lled her.

You have to be thinking it.

An investigation presumes a crime.

The real crime

are those f*cking Speedos.

Don't worry. I won't put you in the file.

Sh She used a different name.

She checked in as Lila Graham.

- Are you sure?

- She had a credit card in that name.

I remember 'cause I made some gag

about prosecutors commit fraud.

I bet she laughed her arse off.

She just said, "Now you're safe.

You have something on me."

D.C.I Morck, this is Marcus,

the assistant manager of the hotel.

How do you do, Marcus?

Detective

as I've said to your associates,

I can't help you.

- Sorry you came out here, but I'm afraid

- Shut up, Marcus.

How long do you keep

your guest records for?

- Five years, but again

- Shut up, Marcus.

We're investigating

the disappearance of a woman

who may have stayed here

before she went missing.

We know for certain that

she stayed here a year or so before that.

So that's four years,

two Olympics, one World Cup,

and four prime ministers ago.

- If you please.

- You need a warrant.

It's just confirmation.

It's not 50 kilos of cocaine.

Be that as it may, I'm not allowed

to release personal information.

That data is all protected by law now.

Data Protection Act, 2018.

Thank you, Akram. Helpful.

As I told your associates,

I could lose my job.

You could lose your job

if I tell your higher-ups

that you're procuring prostit*tes

for your guests.

I do no such thing.

And you've got a f*cking maid

who deals oxy off her cleaning trolley.

- That is absolutely not true.

- I know. It's sh*t, innit?

- This is harassment.

- Call the police.

Same room six times

in the two months before she disappeared.

All this time they could've been tracking

financial history for Lila Graham.

We're doing that now.

What type of person uses

the name of her dead mother?

What is an "authorized guest"?

Someone authorized to sign

for room service, bar tab, whatever.

- Why would she do that?

- 'Cause she was never here.

- She's on the computer.

- It's Lila Graham on the computer.

It's Liam Taylor's signature

on evidence that puts Merritt in the room.

f*cking paranoid b*tch.

I'm looking at last time she was here,

and that is not Liam Taylor's name.

Who the f*ck is Sam Haig?

Well, today's the day, Merritt.

You've had enough time to think.

Now's your chance to answer the question.

Why are you here?

Like they say,

the truth will set you free,

but, oh, if you don't answer right,

we'll give you another month

to think about it and try again.

You okay?

First guess.

Make it a good one.

Sam Haig?

What did you do to Sam?

I'd love to take you to Benny Beg one day.

That's a great wee crag

to get you started climbing.

Who said I wanted to learn how to climb?

- You're dressed.

- Yeah, I have to go.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah. Something's come up.

Well, I'll only forgive you

if you tell me when I can see you again.

- I'll be gone for a while.

- Where?

Mhòr, for a bit.

- Mhòr. What is on Mhòr?

- It's an island.

Yeah, I know that.

But what's on Mhòr for you?

My father.

Mm.

- So how long you be gone?

- Who knows?

Wow. "Who knows" is code for forever.

Please. I'm not going home

to live with my father.

I need to see him. And then, uh

And then what?

- I'll ring when I get back.

- Which is when?

I don't know. When I get back.

- You're a right font of information.

- Can't we just f*ck without sharing?

Is that what we're doing now?

Just f*cking?

What did you think this was?

I have to go.

But you can stay.

Order some room service. Make a day of it.

Hey, Merritt.

f*ck you.

What did you do to Sam?

I used him.

That's all?

I was unkind.

Is this about Sam?

No.

But Sam Haig is dead because of you.

Sam's dead?

Every time you give a wrong answer,

you're gonna make things

just a bit more uncomfortable.

So from now on,

you might want to really think

before you speak.

The hyperbaric chamber

will begin to heat up

as pressure increases.

At five atmospheres, or 50 meters depth,

the temperature inside the chamber

will be around 32 Celsius,

or 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

The rule of thumb is

the deeper, the hotter.

Oxygen will become denser,

and it will become tougher to breathe.

A person may start

to experience hyperoxia,

or high levels of CO2 in their breathing.

These symptoms include

trembling, sweating, confusion,

headaches, and blurred vision.