♪ ♪ ANNIKA: If something bad were to happen to me, I just need him to keep Morgan safe.

(thunder rumbles) Are you okay?

Yes.

BLAIR: We got the body and a witness.

Him.

Go on the target!

Family touches a nerve.

ANNIKA: Must've known it'd lead to this.

People always return to the scene of the crime.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ DISPATCHER (on radio): All units, suspect spotted heading towards the dry dock.

OFFICER (on radio): D.I.

Strandhed has been located in the vehicle.

(Annika grunts) (sirens blaring) (grunts in anger) My name's Michael.

I'm not armed.

I'm just gonna approach, okay?

LEE: It's her you care about?

(explosion roars) MICHAEL: Yeah, I do.

(sirens blaring) ANNIKA: The scariest thing in that boot was wondering what would happen to Morgan, thinking she'd be alone.

Does she ever talk to her dad?

No.

(chuckles): Pork pie, nice.

You can take it to her.

Okay.

(softly): Quick, quick, quick!

(gasps) Hey, happy birthday!

(speaks softly) Okay, one try.

(blows) (cheering) Although she's talking to him now.

(door opens) (exhales) (sighs) There's a collection of old Scottish songs called Child Ballads.

Um, not 'cause they're about children, but because they were collected by someone called, I don't know, Mr. Child.

There's hundreds of them.

But one is about a Norwegian woman who sleeps with a man who turns into a seal whenever he's in water.

It's probably a metaphor-- at least you'd hope so, because she has a baby with him.

It doesn't work out, of course, I mean, he's a seal.

But when he finds out he has a child, he steals it from the mother and goes away to sea, where they both end up getting shot.

(door closes) Well, I guess that one is about children.

But it's also about fateful parenting, which is very much my world.

"The Selkie of Sule Skerry," it's called, and up until now, whenever I sang it... ...the mother kept the child a secret.

(door opens) ♪ In Norway land, there lived a maid ♪ Are you in pain?

Uh, no, no, uh... Well, a little bit, maybe, just... Do you need me?

A phone has just been dropped at HQ with a murder recorded on it.

Oh, come on!

I know-- you gonna be okay?

(inhales) I mean, that's a huge question.

I'll drop Morgan off.

No, no, I'll, I'll do it, I... (clicks tongue, sucks in breath) My wife can swing by and take her to school if you like.

ANNIKA (sighs): Great, excellent.

♪ Throw a line ♪ ♪ Into the darkness ♪ ♪ Oh, we are shadows ♪ ♪ Blaze inside ♪ ♪ This light will shine ♪ ♪ Unbroken tonight ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Shine ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (seagulls squawking) ♪ ♪ (grunting in pain) (struggling) Anything else on the phone?

No, that's it.

It's a burner, not registered to anyone, and was left by this person.

She ran off straight after.

Freaked out by what she'd seen?

Or by what she'd done.

ANNIKA (over phone): You two having any luck yet?

She's been in and out of street cameras since then.

Still looking.

BLAIR: Geotagging was off, but the timestamp marks the death at 11:00 two nights ago.

Hm.

(video playing) (bell ringing) What's that I can hear?

It's a buoy.

There's deep water ones in Dunoon, Govan, near the Erskine Bridge.

That's if it is indeed the Clyde.

Well, let's get a dive team out to all of them.

Annika.

Can I put Blu Tack on these screens?

No!

Got you a car.

(groans) We've got her.

MICHAEL (over phone): I'll run the plates when you get them.

She's on a white moped headed north towards George Square.

(siren starts) We can cut her off.

(siren blaring) Did you do your advanced driving?

Uh-huh.

Did you pass?

Whoa!

(tires screech) (seatbelt unclicks) ♪ ♪ (horn honking, people yelp) (horn honking) (people yelping) ♪ ♪ (siren blaring) (siren stops) Circle around?

She might be hurt.

It's a ballsy move going into oncoming traffic.

Thanks.

Yeah, I meant the kid.

So, I think this is a bad idea.

Yeah, well, it's, it's not a replica of my vintage, you know... No, not the car-- you working.

Oh, best thing.

For sure, definitely.

You haven't slept.

Nor have the others.

Yeah, and that's when a team takes too many risks.

Do the hot debrief, will you?

The what?

Oh, it's like a regular debrief, only a, a bit... Hotter?

Quicker.

Oh.

Be good to capture anything we learned from... My car exploding.

Yep.

Try to do it in person, but you're on a case, so start it online.

You can follow it up with a psychologist, if you want.

No, I think I'll be fine.

Okay, so all the pool cars are out.

This is mine, only thing available at short notice.

Oh, God, no, you, you don't have to...

It's voice-activated, so maybe you can talk to the car if you don't want the psychologist.

Uh, hi.

I, I'm Annika.

(car approaching) (car door closes) Hi, I'm hoping you're Morgan.

What's the codeword?

What?

Oh, sorry, I didn't-- Michael never said anything about that.

Well, 'cause you could've kidnapped all those others.

(laughs): Yep, fair point, okay, let me give him a call.

Um, I guess they seem happy enough.

Astrid, right?

Michael's wife.

Yep, sorry, I totally should've kicked off with that.

Oh, it's fine, my mum did a background check.

(quietly): Okay, then.

MICHAEL: So, Aisha Dunn, 17, had the moped six months.

This is her mum's house.

So, what's a hot debrief, then?

Should I wear my trunks?

If you like.

I think it checks if we're in shock or not.

(knocks on door) Don't think I'm in shock.

Well, not yet.

What?

(sighs) I don't know where she is.

The phone has a pretty disturbing video on it.

Well, then, that's why she handed it in.

Why would she do that if she had something to do with it?

Okay, but if she didn't, then we need to know who she got that phone from.

I have just got in from a night shift.

Can't we do this later?

Gotta say, I wanted a moped at her age.

Didn't get one; my dad thought the Norwegian Sea on a tiny skiff was fine, apparently, but not a... She bought it with her own money.

I believe it.

You must trust her.

What, her?

JUSTINE: Yes.

But what I do know about mopeds is, you don't take a spill without getting a few scratches.

She's fine.

Glad to hear it.

That her bedroom?

(window opens, footsteps running) (sighs) Aisha?

I'm with the Marine Homicide Unit.

♪ ♪ (bell rings) (bell ringing) (plants rustling) ♪ ♪ Hi.

You been here all night?

(grunting, phone vibrating) Do you want to call one of the others, Blair?

BLAIR: We got the body and a witness.

How soon can you get here?

(footsteps running) Might need a minute.

(groans) Oh... Ooh... (exhales) (sighs) I got vertigo in a cable car on holiday with my daughter.

She got me this podcast.

Didn't listen to it.

It was supposed to address my fear of, you know... (breathing deeply) This.

Talking to young people?

No, heights.

Although thinking about it... How old is she?

Your age.

Bit younger.

Don't think she could give two officers the slip, so...

Respect for that.

(sirens blaring) AISHA: Is that all for me?

Yes, because we, we care about you.

Or you want to lock me up.

It's a bad look, Aisha, having a phone with a dead person on it.

Especially if you filmed it.

I stole the phone.

Some guy in a suit was looking at it and knocked into my moped, kicked it.

Then, when he walked on, I brushed past and took it.

Do you remember anything else about him, apart from the suit?

Asian, old.

English, I think.

He'd come from the station, so I think he was on his way home from work.

Huh.

How old is old, like, 70?

Sort of your age.

Okay.

(school bell ringing) MORGAN: Is that the trip where they make you climb inside the body of a bear?

FEMI: I think that's a film.

Okay, so you need to sit your mum down and explain to her that signing you up to this kind of thing doesn't bond kids.

It turns them on each other.

It's "Squid Game," basically.

So, do you want me to cross out your name, as well?

Give me that pen.

Yeah, your mum will definitely love that.

♪ ♪ TYRONE: Dean Malone.

Right now, all we know is that he lived in Partick and that he nearly completed is coffee loyalty card.

Well, there's a lesson: have no regrets.

Pathologist thinks he was knocked out from behind before being dragged into the water.

MICHAEL: And this cap may have come off in a struggle, and if we're lucky, it's the attacker's.

Yeah, 'cause we've had so much of that recently.

Well, still here, aren't we?

BLAIR: She saw a man holding someone thrashing about under the water.

Then he ran off towards Thornwood.

Um, dark coat, shaven head.

Big, though-- solid.

Is that all she got?

Poor kid kept hidden.

Didn't wanna be next, probably.

I'll get a statement and call social.

Mm.

Have we got any more about the phone?

Digital forensics are getting the SIM cloned, but it was bought from a wee shack in Cessnock.

And I don't suppose they remembered who bought it?

Just someone.

There you go, case closed.

TYRONE: Is it worth taking Aisha to the train station tomorrow, and try and point out who she took it from?

I mean, if it's a commuter, then...

Okay, good.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Sorry we're dealing with another case so soon.

Did you do it?

Really didn't have time.

Then there's no need to apologize.

♪ ♪ MICHAEL: The victim worked for Red Line Cruises as an entertainment manager-- explains the cap.

He was sacked for gross misconduct three weeks ago.

(camera shutter clicks) ANNIKA: How gross is gross?

Well, I don't know where they set the bar on cruises.

Ah, right, yeah.

He won't have been fed.

Poor wee mite.

So, listen, I don't know if telling you this is a good idea, but I've been thinking that if, if something bad were to happen to me... Is this still about Morgan?

Well, you were asking if she'd be okay on her own.

No, no, I get it.

Astrid doesn't like us flying together in case the plane goes down.

We haven't been on a mini break for a decade.

Well, that's obviously its own tragedy, but there are two of you.

Ah, not your folks, then?

Um, they live on a glacier.

Not nurturing, and Morgan doesn't speak Norwegian, and I'd rather she just stayed... (sniffing) You okay?

(sniffs) I think I might've given the fish weed.

Right.

I'm sure it's fine.

Sorry, go on.

I might try this another time.

(camera shutter clicks) The block opposite has a doorbell cam.

Get that checked, will you?

I'll... ...find a bowl.

(shudders) Uh... Oh.

Still got the old magic.

Well, it's got the old something.

Well, getting it was your idea.

You wanted a carbon-neutral holiday.

Wasn't that carbon-neutral-- it caught fire.

That's true.

But that's because I hadn't mastered bushcraft, whereas you... ...will be taking out my own appendix with a penknife.

Okay, that wasn't on the list of activities.

Ah.

Cozy.

(Morgan murmuring) (both groaning) Oh, huh.

(sighs) ♪ Bissam, bissam, baad'ne ♪ You'll be off before me.

True.

Michael's daughters are nice.

Yeah, they definitely are.

They were singing in the car-- it was really sweet.

I might take up some babysitting for them.

Well, you know, it's a busy year.

You've got exams, and homework, and penknives to sterilize.

Actually, the school trip needs parent helpers, and I signed you up.

You did what?

Well, who else am I gonna ask?

What's this?

It's a guppy.

I said "puppy" how many times?

I think it might be stoned.

(seagulls squawking) Michael's probably gonna ask why I waited 16 years to tell him he's Morgan's father.

I mean, it's a fair question.

And it's possible he'll react the same way as the seal and disappear to sea.

But this is also about backup for Morgan, in case I get, you know, blown up or... Fall off a scaffold or whatever.

And I'm not expecting him to jump straight into any actual parenting.

He doesn't have to teach her the flute or take her to the rope museum or anything.

I just need him to keep Morgan safe.

'Cause she can't live on a glacier.

I might be flexible about the rope museum.

BLAIR: The reason you're here is because you fired Dean Malone, and now he's dead.

KIMI: Well, okay, technically, I was the one who did the firing, but I had nothing against him personally.

Hardly knew him.

BLAIR: Why was he let go?

(sighs) He picked up recreational drugs at various ports, supplied them to passengers.

He made an attempt to justify it.

Said, "Look at the re-bookings."

Then he tried to wriggle out of it altogether, implicated another staff member.

Who was that?

The pool lifeguard, Richie McAvoy.

He had to go, too.

Wasn't that happy about it.

You, or him?

Well, both.

Richie thought he'd been stitched up, and I had a recruitment problem-- still have.

Have you got an address for this lifeguard?

Richie McAvoy?

Somewhere.

Hope I didn't shred it.

Wait here a second.

(sighs) So, here's my thing.

Uh-huh?

I am a wee bit pregnant.

What?

Well, you know, completely pregnant.

How long?

A couple of months.

(stammering): Whoa, wait, you... You rescued me from the...

I know.

You chased a motorbike.

Well, I didn't know then, and it was a moped.

Okay.

Okay.

First, firstly, I love you.

All right?

It's, it's excellent.

So that's, it's... You know?

Secondly, I don't think you should use a taser.

I think it, it might...

Zap the baby?

Well, I don't know if that's a thing, but thirdly, it's possible that I'm still concussed, so I'm gonna be really emotional about this.

Well, you're doing great so far.

Good luck at the train station.

I'll knit it something.

Please don't knit it anything.

Yeah, a... (murmurs) (car horns honking in background) What if he sees me?

You're quite safe-- there's lots of us here.

TYRONE: So, listen.

I'm going for inspector.

Yeah?

'Cause you know we've already got one.

Yeah, of course-- I'd be looking for a transfer.

What do you think?

If it's what you want, mate.

Just think it's a bit of a lottery.

I mean, you wouldn't want to find yourself somewhere where there's nothing happening.

Yeah.

Well, it might not happen, anyway.

No one gets it the first time.

She did.

Anything?

Just a false alarm so far.

All okay, Aisha?

Well, our career paths have been sorted, so that's a big relief.

Him!

ANNIKA: Are you sure?

Definitely, over there, it's him.

(grunts) (woman yelps, bicycle bell rings) Wait with her!

♪ ♪ Police.

ANNIKA: Sorry for the drama, but we think we've recovered your phone.

You're very welcome.

(handcuffs rattling, locking) MICHAEL: Rihan Harijan, 20 years an insurance broker.

Lives in Shawlands, no nominal record.

Nothing stands out.

Except a phone with a murder on it.

Except that.

Kind of fragile-- are you sure Aisha got the right person?

ANNIKA: You don't believe her?

Well, sometimes kids lie.

It's not impossible-- mine do.

Especially when they're in trouble.

Well, mine doesn't, so let's just have that for balance.

I'm just saying that maybe you're putting a lot of faith in a teenager because you got one.

I mean, he leaves me a lot of open goals, right?

Something else come in?

You were right about the doorbell cam.

We got this from Dean's neighbor the day he was killed.

Dean leaves his flat at lunchtime... And we see this.

TYRONE: And if we zoom in on the cap, it's the same one from the crime scene.

ANNIKA: Who is it?

We think it's Richie McAvoy.

He's an ex-lifeguard with Red Line Cruises who the victim got sacked.

TYRONE: He can't get work in cruises now, so he cleans pools for a living.

Let's say he's still ripped up about it.

So, he follows Dean from his house, whacks him, and drags him into the river.

Why would he film it?

Onboard entertainment?

(sighs) So, is this from the woman in the tent?

TYRONE: Yeah, it's the best she could do.

It doesn't look like the lifeguard.

Doesn't look like our insurance guy, either.

All right, go and talk to him.

Drive carefully.

Just... (muttering) Fine, none of the suspects look like the photofit, but my guy kicked a kid's moped, so... We're talking to him.

That wasn't the royal we.

SOLICITOR: It's unacceptable that he's being exposed to this.

He's already seen it.

It was on a phone which was taken from him yesterday morning.

I haven't been mugged.

I'd have reported it.

I've still got my phone-- it's got football videos on it.

(Dean gasping in video) Now, some people would look away, at least.

It's a terrible thing to see, especially if they know the person.

Oh, I don't know him.

And it's not my phone.

Is my client's DNA on it?

We're waiting on the lab.

Then we look forward to that.

Because as far as I can tell, it's just the word of some mugger.

Oh, she's a credible witness.

(Rihan stammers) That guy was killed two nights ago, you said.

Well, I was at the cinema with my sister.

What film did you see?

Uh, it was in French.

Um... (clicks tongue) I think it had the word "rose" in the title?

Or "dog," maybe?

Sounds great.

Yeah, it was.

SOLICITOR: Yeah, and his sister will confirm.

I don't know why we're still here.

ANNIKA: Because, um, he ran when he saw us.

Uh, I dodged my fare.

It was dumb, it was dumb-- I'm sorry.

(chuckling): I work in insurance.

It's not exactly thrilling.

And, and the barriers are mainly open, anyways.

Just gives me a bit of a kick.

I'll put my hands up to that, but not this.

Well, we've got your wallet, and we found train tickets in it.

Can they do that?

(clicks tongue) (whispers): Yes.

So why don't you tell us why you really ran?

TYRONE: Wow.

Congratulations.

BLAIR: Thanks.

So, do you want to stay in the car, then?

Why?

Well, 'cause we're about to go and interview a murder suspect.

Do you want to stay in the car?

Well, no, but then, I'm, you know, not... No, what were you gonna say?

I'm happy for you, and I wish you all possible joy in the world.

ANNIKA: Well, I think it's too soon to release him.

MICHAEL: He's got no connection to the victim and a decent alibi.

We've got nothing to hold him on.

ANNIKA: Except he lied about the train ticket, he, he ran when he saw us, and, you know, he couldn't remember the name of the film he saw.

Well, it's French-- that's not a crime.

(sighs): Let's at least check his alibi, okay?

'Cause let me tell you, there are hundreds of old ballads about slippery creatures like that.

Oh, yeah?

Any of them about insurance brokers with burner phones?

Okay, but in the one I'm thinking of, the mother clearly doesn't trust the seal, 'cause he's often just an ordinary man when it suits him, and... And that's pretty slippery.

So much so, in fact, that even when he dies, she demands some kind of proof.

♪ ♪ Yeah, that's definitely me.

I was just catching him up-- we were going out.

Where?

A couple of bars on Bath Street.

I thought you hated him.

Yeah.

(exhales) Yeah, I did, for a bit.

But then he had all this regret, wanted to make it right, made a real effort.

Gets you in the end.

Yeah, I liked him.

Yeah-- poor bugger.

We found this at the crime scene.

He borrowed it off me.

There's a bar where the Red Line guys go.

You get a discount with a cap.

You didn't go, too?

(chuckles): We started at lunchtime.

I couldn't keep up.

I left him pished and mouthy at a taxi rank.

Which one?

Gregor Street.

Yeah?

Morgan asked for a codename.

Ah-- to be picked up?

And now she's given all my kids one.

Wait, what, Morgan's at your house?

Yeah-- they're all making aubergine parmigiana.

ANNIKA: And that's definitely food, is it?

We'll save you some, if you like.

Excellent, delicious.

NILA: Sorry.

Had to sort out Dwayne in the weights room.

He's torn a bicep.

You were asking about the cinema?

Yeah, with your brother.

Yeah, it was the Regis.

He called up last minute.

This French thing.

He paid, actually, which was weird.

Huh-- perhaps he needed proof he was there.

I can't think why.

Uh, lasted hours, dropped him home past midnight.

Did you stop on the way back?

No, we took a taxi.

Oh, hang on.

Do you recognize this person?

Friend of your brother's, maybe?

He doesn't really have any friends.

To be honest, he doesn't like people that much.

I mean, they can be annoying, but for him, it's more like they're the reason he hasn't progressed in his life as much as he should.

I mean, he might have a point, all his managers are younger than him-- eats him up.

Do you worry about him?

Uh...

Here you go.

That's the journey.

Who gives two stars?

Well, Rihan.

It's how he gets his little retributions on the world.

Hmm.

Is he okay?

What's he done?

He's being questioned about a murder.

ANNIKA: So, it'd be good to know a bit more about these little... Retributions.

This is at 17:10.

There's our insurance guy at the cab.

TYRONE: And there's our victim, Dean, in the cap.

BLAIR: We have two cameras covering this area.

ANNIKA: Hmm, okay.

BLAIR: Here's the second camera angle.

BLAIR (blows out): Pretty brutal queue jumping.

Wow.

I mean, that'd have me raging.

Keep it running.

Run the driver's plates.

For the first time, we've got a good match.

BLAIR: Cab's registered to a Jaden Stanton.

Ex-military, done time for assault.

Last known address in Cessnock.

Where the burner's from.

Explains why our insurance guy's got a solid alibi.

Hm.

His cabbie did the killing for him.

So, it was a hit.

(phone chirps) BLAIR: It's the cloned burner phone.

"Where's my payment?"

♪ ♪ I hired a cleaner once.

I even hired a tree surgeon.

But a, a hitman?

Ah, no, no, that's madness.

TYRONE: Well, we've got CCTV footage of you getting hit by the murder victim, Dean Malone, and then we see you getting into a cab driven by Jaden Stanton, a violent man who beats up people for money.

BLAIR: You gave him a monologue about how the victim's just like all those other young, gobby men doing better than you, shoving past you... Humiliating you.

(Rihan chuckles) BLAIR: So, you follow the victim to the bar, where you're told to get yourself an alibi.

TYRONE: Meanwhile, your cabbie waits outside, he kills the victim on his way home, and films it on a burner phone as proof.

BLAIR: We've got ANPR of his car near your house at 11:00.

That's him dropping the phone off.

TYRONE: And then today he sends you a text, by name, threatening to put you in a ditch if he isn't paid.

That sound like your tree surgeon?

I regretted it.

It's all right.

I regretted it straightaway.

What's gonna happen to me?

(clicks tongue): Well, for starters, you're gonna help us catch him.

♪ ♪ So the hitman still doesn't know we've got the phone?

No, so, we'll have, uh, Michael and Tyrone on this spot.

Uh, I'm here, with Blair.

Rihan on the bench.

Um, and armed support on a, on a RIB here and here.

Mm-hmm-- think he'll keep it together?

You want me to do it another way?

Um... You haven't done the hot debrief, Annika.

Haven't even opened the link.

Well, you know, your car's being really supportive.

Okay.

So, I'm not gonna force it on you if you don't want it, but you're stressed about something, and my car isn't that qualified, hmm?

This looks fine, by the way.

(phone ringing in background) Okay, so it turns out that my worries about telling Michael that he does, indeed, have a teenager look an awful lot to the outside world like post-traumatic stress disorder.

(clicks tongue): Hah.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ BLAIR: The one in your ear's for Rihan, your regular radio for us.

Rihan.

(through earpiece): Can you hear me?

Whose money is this?

So, as soon as you see Jaden, and he's seen you, then put the bag in the bin to your left and walk back where you came from, okay?

Yeah, you told me already.

Well, I'm telling you again.

And try to be as normal as possible.

Out.

(feedback squeals) That's gonna be the biggest challenge.

(sighs) DS Clarke and McAndrews in position.

Yep, us, too.

TYRONE: You know what?

We should've arranged to meet him at a restaurant.

And then we could've done the joke about the disappointing stakeout.

See?

With gags like that, you'll sail through the interview.

(chuckles) TYRONE: I don't know how the boss feels about it.

She plays it close.

She'll be fine.

She's an open book.

Wait, hold up.

Stand by.

TYRONE: White male approaching.

Dark coat, blue scarf.

No one move until I give the signal.

(walkie-talkie beeps) Rihan?

Male approaching, on your left.

Oh, I don't know, it might be.

Uh, we're gonna need clear yes or noes here, Rihan.

He's got too much of his face covered.

No, no, it's not him.

That's a negative.

(exhales) Don't stand up like that, Rihan.

(sighs) He's late.

Think he's onto us?

Text him again.

Ask where he is.

(phone buttons clicking) (text message sent) (exhales) So, is the father happy?

I'm gonna tell him tonight.

Uh-huh.

Well, I hope that goes... As it should.

Will he be armed?

You'll be fine.

There are officers nearby.

Look.

That jogger's one of ours.

Yeah, don't talk to him.

♪ ♪ OFFICER (on radio): Got a boat making an approach.

ANNIKA: Okay, move in.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Rihan, we think this is the one.

He's behind you, to the right.

That's him.

ANNIKA: Okay, you know what to do.

Stay calm.

Bag in the bin and walk away, Rihan.

You're doing great.

Am I going to prison after this?

Let's just focus on what you're doing right now, okay?

Is that my money?

ANNIKA: Bag first.

(feedback squeals) Rihan.

Ri... Rihan.

He's ditched his phone.

ANNIKA: Go on the target.

OFFICERS (shouting): Armed police!

Armed police!

(gun fires) (yelps, flare hissing) OFFICERS: Armed police!

Armed police!

(grunts) Police!

Armed police!

OFFICER: Stay down!

Stay down!

(grunting) (handcuffs lock) You okay?

Who's armed with a flare gun?

Well, I look forward to the next hot debrief.

Uh, yep, he's, he's having a go, too, mm.

Oi!

(murmurs) (clangs) Oh!

Got him.

Might need a medical team.

It's not even real money, Rihan.

(sirens blaring) ♪ ♪ (siren blaring) MICHAEL: It's nice about Blair.

The first one's kind of special.

They are, they... (breathes deeply) Okay...

I'm gonna tell you a thing about a Norwegian woman and a seal, and you're not gonna know where I'm going with it, but bear with me.

This is not "The Selkie of Sule Skerry," is it?

Because that is one weird ballad.

Well, no, there are weird elements to it, but at the heart of it...

Please don't tell me that it helped you solve the case, because I'm pretty sure we didn't arrest a seal.

Oh, please let me do this.

You gonna sing it to me?

Whatever gets me through, frankly.

Come sing it inside.

The girls will get their recorders out.

(birds whistling) (seatbelt unbuckles) ASTRID: Here you go, girls-- here we are.

MICHAEL: Wow!

Hey!

MICHAEL: Look at that!

Hi.

(kiss) ASTRID: I'm lending it to Morgan for her bushcraft trip.

Oh, yeah, you, you don't need to do that.

ASTRID: No, no, it's fine-- it's too small for us, anyways.

Pre-kids.

ANNIKA: Well, you know, I was hoping the, the parent helpers would be given a, a cabin or a yurt or something.

Oh, I crossed you off the list.

Thank God for that.

(chuckles) You would've sung campfire songs.

She's gonna sing right now, in fact.

(laughs): Well... ASTRID: Oh, great.

I am gonna get you a drink.

ANNIKA: Oh, that's really kind, but I, I think we should probably... (whistles): Um, thanks for the lifts, Astrid.

(stammers): And for the Mediterranean food.

It's, um, sorry to run.

We've got, um...

Uh, stuff.

But it was lovely to, you know, uh, meet the whole, um... Oh.

(door handle rattles) Car, open the doors.

(handle rattles) (stammers): Car, open doors, car.

(handle rattles) (mutters, breathes deeply) The Norwegian maid loses her child to a seal and a bullet, and that, that's tragic, but she might also have lost her child to a seal who has other daughters to play with, and a wife who makes delicious things out of aubergines.

MORGAN: Mum!

You forgot the tent!

♪ ♪ And that ballad, in my view, would be equally tragic.

Thanks for nothing.

(click) ♪ ♪ HARPER (on monitor): DC Harper Weston, Edinburgh Police.

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

TYRONE: Victim is an ex-prisoner.

Family tension, split loyalties.

So brave.

Haven't told him yet.

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