01x09 - Episode 9

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State your name for the record please.

Lyle Jennings.

- How's your eye?

- I've been hit way harder.

Where? Here?

Here. At school. At home.

- By who?

- Depended on the day really.

But we always deserved it.

"We"?

Me and my brother.

- Why'd you say you deserve it?

- We were shites.

They worked hard to put food on the table,

and we were ungrateful.

- Those are your words?

- The words I'm using.

It sounds

like something a parent would say.

Well, she didn't really say anything.

- "She"?

- Our ma.

Sometimes she'd just stop talking to us

for, like, months.

Months?

And we'd always try and figure out

what we did wrong, but

Mm.

it's way worse than getting hit.

Not as bad as the hyperbar though.

The hyperbar? What's that?

Hyperbaric chamber.

It's what they put divers in

if they get the bends.

- Like for scuba diving?

- Yeah.

You know,

sometimes the divers, they go down, and

you know,

to check on the rigs or whatever,

and if they spend too long down there

or they come up too fast,

they have to go in there.

Our da bought an old one

for his business

Uh, and your ma would put you

inside this thing as punishment?

Aye.

- For how long?

- It was hard to tell.

She'd turn the lights on and off

at random hours.

Harry would tell me

what time and day it was,

but I just knew he was making it up.

He was tryna keep me calm.

I don't really like wee spaces like that.

Harry looked after you.

Yeah, and I looked after Harry.

After he died,

sometimes she'd just put us in there

and go and get pissed

and forget we were in there.

Put "us" in there?

You mean put you in there?

You said,

"sometimes she'd put us in there,"

but you were in there alone.

But I wasn't alone.

Harry was with me.

So then, this was after Harry died?

Aye, it was.

So Harry was dead? He He was gone?

Aye, he was dead, but he wasn't gone.

Harry would never leave me.

So then, is he a ghost?

Think I'm a f*cking pudding-head?

Harry wasn't a ghost.

He was Harry.

Is he here right now, then?

f*ck off. You're just playing with me now.

I'm not playing with you.

If you tell me to f*ck off again,

I'm gonna kick you in the other eye.

Understood?

Tell me about Sam Haig. What's up there?

Tell you about who?

Sam. The kid that you've been bothering.

The kid who did that to you, to your face.

Oh, no, that's Harry.

Your dead brother kicked you in the eye?

You don't believe me?

I just want to find out

why he would do something like that.

Oh, he was mad at me.

- What for?

- For bugging him.

He didn't like it

when I followed him around.

Called me a little f*cking bampot.

But if I didn't follow him

he'd be dead.

Lyle, your brother is dead.

You know that, right?

You You said so yourself.

You said these exact words.

"After Harry died."

Aye. Okay.

The kid you've been

following around isn't your brother.

It's another kid named Sam Haig.

No, that's Harry.

He looks like Harry, but he's not.

Once more, he's named Sam Haig.

I know you understand that.

If you say so.

So where do we think they've got

this wee nutter parked up these days?

- I was looking into that.

- We know ten years ago he was out.

I found no record of Lyle Jennings

after he was transferred

to the EPD unit at Rampton.

- But six years

- EPD?

Um, Enhanced Personality Disorder.

He was there for

- What is Rampton?

- It's a nutter bin.

Carl and I were there to interview

Will you all shut the f*ck up

and let this poor girl finish

a sentence for once?

Jesus.

Just a reminder, love,

the dark angel's gonna be here soon, okay?

Oh, do I have to?

You go right ahead, Rose. Carry on.

Don't let these arrogant shites be

such arrogant shites.

Thank you, Donna.

So

six years ago, there's an L. Jennings

with an address in Longay,

which I found interesting

- It's right across the way from

- Let her f*cking say it!

Right across the way from Mhòr.

But L. Jennings is no longer living there.

What does "L" stand for?

Everything I found,

the address, the lecky, the rent,

was all in L. Jennings's name.

So it could be Lyle Jennings,

or it could be Larry Jennings.

But there is a proximity to Mhòr.

There's that, and there's the fact

that L. Jennings worked for the ferry.

- How do you know?

- Spoke to the landlady.

She remembers him.

I'm waiting on a driver's license.

Why didn't you just say that

to begin with?

- Oh, right.

- Mm.

- Okay, so you're done?

- I am, yes.

Okay, so, recap.

We know that Lyle Jennings was

at Godhaven with Sam Haig.

We know that Lyle was

the brother of Harry Jennings

who robbed the Lingards, attacked William,

and died trying to escape.

What we don't know is

if L. Jennings is our Lyle.

But if he is, well,

we suddenly have a direct link to Merritt.

I do know that whatever deluded reason

this twisted little tit has

to hurt Merritt,

she's dead.

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

La, la, la

La, la, la

La, la, la

Arachnophobia,

from the Greek arachne and phobia,

is the fear of spiders

and other arachnids,

such as scorpions and ticks.

Individuals with arachnophobia overestimate

the likelihood of encountering spiders.

Sufferers have

negative reactions to spiders' webs

and overestimate

a spider's size and girth.

This fear and overestimation

can cause physical symptoms,

such as dizziness,

nausea,

sweating, shaking,

trembling,

increased heart rate,

screaming, and crying.

As for when to seek treatment,

you might ask yourself

if your phobia impacts you

in the following ways.

Does it make it difficult to go outside?

Does it get in the way of work?

Does it impact your social life?

Does it prevent you

from spending time with your loved ones?

Does it keep you awake?

Does it consume your thoughts

on a daily basis?

- These are a few of the questions

- Sorry, I did knock.

You wanted to see me, ma'am?

We're still nowhere on Leith Park.

Not nowhere.

We have a solid connection

between the victim and P.C. Anderson.

How solid?

We believe

P.C. Anderson may have been involved.

Involved in his own death?

Anderson's stated reason for being

on scene has become problematic.

Problematic how?

He claimed to Hardy and Morck

the victim's daughter called in

a wellness check.

This proved to be untrue.

She didn't call?

She doesn't exist.

Why am I just hearing this now?

We've only just discovered it.

But it's opened up a new line of inquiry.

It certainly has.

Tell me, Logan. How did you get

all of this new information?

My original question stands.

How are you gonna close this one?

We can't just leave it open.

Not when three of our own were shot.

I'm not suggesting we leave it open.

Are you taking it away from me?

I don't know. Should I?

You want to give it to Morck?

I don't know. Should I?

He can't investigate his own sh**ting.

You're right. He can't. But can you?

I absolutely can.

Then f*cking do it,

or I will give it to someone else.

If you answered yes to any of the above,

you may consider seeing a psychotherapist

or reading the children's book

Charlotte's Web.

Ailsa?

Can an old woman no have a wee nap

without some arsehole

pounding on her door?

- I brought you this.

- You the postman now, John?

Danny said

he hadn't seen you for a while, so

It's not like I'm missing anything.

It's all rubbish.

This is probably just an excuse

for you to nip over

and see if I'm still breathing, eh?

Ach, you'll still be breathing

long after the rest of us.

But you're right.

I'm not here to drop off the mail.

Oh, yeah?

You see, I I get a record

of every 999 call made

from the dispatch center on the mainland.

They had one the other day

and pinged it to here.

There a problem?

Well, considering that it was cut off

a second after it connected,

I was hoping that you might tell me.

- Me?

- The call came from your mobile.

Well, I don't know

how that could be, John,

because the only thing I do

pretty much all day is

watch Antiques Roadshow

and, uh, the Chelsea flower program.

That how you got that bruise, eh?

Watching the flower show?

I forgot about this.

- Imagine it looks worse than it feels.

- How'd you do it?

It's stupid really.

I was carrying the rubbish out to the bin.

Lost my balance and went over.

See, I'm supposed to use the wheelchair

when I'm carrying something.

- Mm.

- But I hate it.

Makes me feel like an invalid.

- And you called 999?

- Can't remember.

- Ailsa.

- I mean, uh maybe I did.

Is he here?

You know it's not safe for you

if that boy's around.

He's not a boy.

More's the point. Did he do that?

If he did,

do you think

I'd call the polis on my own son

after what youse did to my other one?

I warned him.

I told him exactly what would happen

if I caught him round here again.

He's well aware of your warning.

Yeah, well, being aware isn't

the same thing as obeying, now, is it?

He's no here.

He's shacked up with

some sloppy little wh*re over in Longay.

Yeah? So you're all on your own then, eh?

I've got my shotgun.

Otherwise,

it's just me and the bird shite.

All the same,

I'll be coming round more often.

That's fine, John.

You bring the mail,

and I'll put the kettle on, eh?

Emergency. Which service?

Emergency. Which service?

Emergency. Which service?

Why is it so hot?

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

Help.

Help, help!

Help me!

Help me, help me!

Help me!

and blurred vision.

I'm I'm Merritt Lingard.

Please help me!

Boy, tell me I am not looking at

what I'm looking at.

Tell me that is not

Merritt f*cking Lingard.

Tell me.

Oi!

You remembered our deal?

That's the f*ck who took me!

Help me! Get me out of here!

Has she been in there this entire time?

It's complicated.

Things didn't happen exactly as, um

"She fell overboard, John!"

"It was an accident, John."

"Poetic justice, John."

Four years. Nothing.

And now I've had cops

over from the mainland

twice in the last week, asking about her.

Help me!

Christ!

Back then, I thought

what's done is done,

that both families had suffered enough.

You've kept her

in this f*cking oversized iron lung

for four years.

What am I supposed to do now?

Walk away.

Honestly, just get in your car

and go, and

next time you come back here,

she'll be gone.

We'll be gone.

Oh, I can't do that.

Not this time.

So then we're stuck.

Seems so.

Does Ailsa know you've

Hello, Claire, William.

- Thanks for coming.

- Your message was very cryptic.

So

we want to show you something.

Please.

This is

Harry Jennings.

Merritt liked Harry.

He looks like a good guy.

Was he?

Why then do you think

he attacked you?

quick ball into the

Da?

Hello?

Harry?

The constable on Mhòr said

that Harry had a temper,

that Harry was always getting into fights.

Here's the thing, William.

Harry doesn't have a criminal record.

There's nothing.

But Lyle Jennings has one.

Lyle was sent to Godhaven

right after Harry died.

Right after you were attacked.

Harry, what are you daeing?

I'm so sorry.

No!

Lyle!

All right, stop!

- I think we should st

- Stop!

That's enough!

What are you doing here?

I thought you were gonna leave

with the sister.

Go outside and get in the f*cking car.

It's a good thing I was here,

or you'd be f*ck' dead.

f*ck.

That's enough.

I told you that

this was going to be a short interview

and then we were gonna go home.

So it's okay. Then we're Oh.

Then we're going home.

No, it's it's okay.

Leave him. It's fine.

He's not trying to hurt me.

He's afraid.

Is that what happened

on the ferry when you hit Merritt?

You weren't angry. You were afraid.

Because you saw Lyle on the boat.

You saw this man.

Same person that was in your house

on the night of the burglary.

Harry Jennings didn't attack you.

Lyle Jennings did.

Could this also be Lyle Jennings?

What was that about?

William Lingard identified

Lyle Jennings as the man on the ferry.

How'd he do that?

Thought he doesn't speak.

- He drew him.

- Carl

- You need to call the coastguard.

- What for?

To get us to Mhòr

so we can talk to Ailsa Jennings

about where her son might be.

- I'm not calling the f*cking coastguard.

- Then get us a helicopter.

A heli There's a f*cking ferry.

You've been rather public

about reopening the case.

I've been rather public?

I'm just saying

he has to know we're looking for him.

The sooner we get a handle

on his whereabouts, the better.

So go find him.

But when you do, you stand down

and call for backup. Understood?

What about the boat?

Sure, Carl. I'll put in a request

to get you the departmental speedboat.

There's a departmental speedboat?

f*ck off.

Thank you.

Rose cannot contact

the constable on Mhòr, Cunningham.

What do you mean, she can't?

The son is telling her

he hasn't heard from him

since yesterday morning.

So he won't know we're coming.

Why do you say this?

The first time we're here,

you asked about Harry Jennings.

Yes.

Cunningham never mentioned Lyle,

which I find odd.

- Why talk about one and not the other?

- I never asked about Lyle.

No, but he described Harry

as the troublemaker.

Something about having a temper

and getting into fights.

I was pulling that lad off boys

in the pub at least once a week.

He had what I would call a foul temper.

But Lyle was the one

who went away to Godhaven, not Harry.

A bloke like Cunningham will never admit

that he chased the wrong kid to his death.

For many people,

the truth is simply what it needs to be.

I wanna write about Godhaven.

What about it?

- All of it. The whole experience.

- Why'd you need my permission then?

I don't need it, but

I'd feel better if you were okay with it.

- Why wouldn't I be?

- Because of what happened.

- I wanna apologize to you.

- For what?

For what I did, mate.

Not a day goes by where I don't think

about it and feel like shite.

So a part of me coming to see you is

so that I can, you know, make amends.

f*cking make amends?

Are you sober or something now?

Sooner or later

we all have to pay for what we've done.

That's the second person

I've heard say that in a week.

Well, it's true. And it's my turn.

- How did you find me?

- Just

did what I do.

So how do you do what you do

without getting caught?

How'd you mean?

How'd you get close to someone

so you can investigate them?

Not planning on stalking someone?

Not planning on stalking me again?

No. Uh

Just taking the piss, mate.

The initial approach is everything.

Act like you don't give a sh*t

if they talk.

Be confident, which will be hard for you,

but you've gotta fake it.

I want you to have something.

My mobile. If you need anything, okay?

Okay.

Us G-haven boys

gotta stick together, right?

Yeah, absolutely.

I'd best get back to work.

Thanks for swinging by.

Aye.

One of these days

you and me should go up the Cullen Crag.

Oh, yeah? What's up there?

My temple. I'm a climber.

Rock climber. You ever tried it?

Naw, man. Afraid of heights.

Just taking the piss, bro.

Listen, uh

thanks for being so cool about all this.

Yeah, sure, Sam.

- See you later, eh?

- Aye.

Okay, folks, sit down, stay still.

We're getting going.

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.

Can I have some more water?

More water.

What's happening up there?

I'm turning off everything,

except the pressure.

Hello?

This plastic,

it's strong, even with the crack.

My dad invented it.

So it'll be impossible for you to break.

Why would I want to break the window?

To cause a sudden depressurization.

To k*ll yourself.

You know,

so you don't slowly suffocate to death

from the extreme high pressure.

Rot in hell, b*tch.

Harry was an excellent brother.

I know.

But Harry was only ever

looking out for me.

And then it was my turn

to look out for Harry,

and I did.

What do you mean?

I mean that I kept your brother

from hurting my brother.

So William,

that was you.

No, f*ck, no, no.

No, that was you. It was you.

All Harry could ever think about was you.

If he'd never met you, then

we wouldn't be standing here, would we?

So you're guilty, Merritt,

and I think you know it.

I think that's why you came back

for his funeral. Mm.

And no one ever truly gets away

with a crime.

Isn't that what you said?

Sooner or later,

whatever they did

always catches up with them.

I firmly believe

that those who commit violent crime

don't ever truly get away with it.

Um, the court might set them free,

but be it conscience, karma,

or the universe, they are ultimately

I firmly believe

that those who commit violent crime

don't ever truly get away with it.

Um, the court might set them free,

but be it conscience, karma,

or the universe, they are ultimately

I firmly believe

that those who commit violent crime

don't ever truly get away with it.

- Do you have it?

- Mm.

You gonna tell me how you got a copy

of Lyle Jennings's YO's file?

Two copies. And I just asked for them.

They just gave you them?

I asked in the way

that you said to ask for anything.

- In the right way.

- Aye?

I told them I was Moira's assistant,

and she spilt coffee over her copy.

Attagirl. Okay, let's get started.

Did you know the Isle of Mhòr

was once the main staging area

of all North Sea oil exploration?

I did not know that.

And that nearly a billion pounds

were invested here.

- Where'd you get that from?

- Wikipedia.

To have such promise taken away,

a life dangled in front of you, and then

snatched away from your grasp

at the very last minute.

That can really piss people off.

Make them do things

they might not have done otherwise.

Most people don't need

a good reason to be pissed off.

Take you, for example.

Oh, touché.

My wife liked to say

the best answer to anger is silence.

I'd like to meet your wife.

My wife is dead.

Since when?

Since she died. Back in Syria.

- I have told you this.

- I'd have remembered.

- Because you are so empathetic.

- Okay, whoa.

I told you I have to watch the girls,

I am responsible for them,

and sometimes I would be late

or even miss work.

I believe your answer was,

"I do not give a flying f*ck."

Where in that sentence was I meant

to infer that your wife was dead?

You told me you came here

because they needed doctors.

This is true.

She wanted our girls

to study medicine like her.

But neither is very good at science.

Mina, my youngest, she wants to become a

TikTok influencer.

How did she die?

She operated on the wrong person.

It seems like

Lyle's life went right down the shitter

after his brother died.

I don't know.

Have you read his psych report?

"At eight years old, Lyle Jennings

was caught k*lling a neighbor's dog

who barked at him

during a holiday parade."

"LJ was suspected

in several more animal killings

but never caught and never admitted to any

during evaluation sessions."

"LJ was referred to the examiner."

Seems like Lyle was born

bent the wrong way.

First time he got sent to Godhaven was

for stalking a boy from school.

The kid's parents found him sleeping

on the floor beside the kid's bed.

Lyle broke in during the night. He was 12.

What is that smell?

Despair.

"Lyle Jennings's mother, Ailsa Jennings,

was placed in involuntary psychiatric care

for 19 months

following the death of her husband,

leaving LJ and his brother

alone on the property."

Can't wait to get her file.

- Where'd you see that?

- Uh, page 23.

From another evaluation.

"As punishment,

Ailsa Jennings would regularly lock

Lyle and his older brother

inside the hyperbaric chamber

on the Shorebird property

for long periods of time."

"LJ had no negative association

with these punishments."

"Thought this was perfectly normal."

Looks like she left in a hurry.

Seems like she completely lost the plot

just after Harry's death.

"According to Lyle,

Ailsa's behavior towards him following

the death of his brother became worse."

"It was following

a long absence from school

when the police visited the property

that they discovered

what she had been doing,

and was then sectioned."

The father, Clive Jennings,

died in a fire, smoking in bed.

14-year-old Lyle was

the only other person home.

What, you think

Lyle k*lled his own father at 14?

Be brilliant if he did.

Moira specifically said not to do

what you are now about to do.

She said not to go in if we found Lyle,

which will be easier to accomplish

if we find a f*cking clue.

- So

- You'll do this without a warrant?

- Did you bring one with you?

- No.

Then, yes, I'm going in without a warrant.

And without you. Keep you safe.

Shorebird Ocean Systems.

What's that?

It's the father's business.

Shorebird Ocean Systems.

SOS.

Would you like me to open that for you?

- Yes, please.

- Hang on.

"When he was 15,

Lyle Jennings was accused

of coercing another boy

into a decompression chamber

on the property."

"He then snuck out

and left the boy alone in the chamber."

- Hardy

- Wait. You have to keep reading.

"Lyle had been increasing the pressure

to see if, at some point,

the boy would lose consciousness,

when the local police discovered him."

"This was not long

after his mother was sectioned."

So Lyle Jennings kidnapped someone

and put them inside a hyperbaric chamber?

It says coerced, not kidnapped.

It's still pretty f*cking weird

he locked another kid

into the place he was locked into.

Not weird.

It's pathological.

- Rose.

- Are you at the Jennings's?

Why?

Lyle Jennings once locked a kid

in a hyperbaric chamber for three days.

Carl.

When?

- When he was 15.

- 15?

It's possible he did the same to Merritt.

You looked

inside the buildings and found nothing.

I only looked inside one of them.

The other was

under a hazardous material directive

and was closed off.

What kind of hazardous material?

Colin just said

the EA closed it off a while ago.

What's a while ago?

He didn't say.

Call him up and ask him.

How about that?

I don't f*cking quit, b*tch.

Oh, there you are.

Yeah.

Colin said it was declared a hazmat site

a little over four years ago.

That was the number he gave? Four years?

Interesting, right?

Very. Okay. Sit tight.

We'll take a look around.

Uh, Carl,

he said not to enter the premises

without an officer from his department.

Tell him this is a crime scene

and he can f*ck

an officer from his department.

I'm not telling him that.

Has he heard from his father?

No, not yet,

but he's phoning him every ten minutes.

- Okay.

- Uh, Carl

is it a crime scene?

I'll let you know.

Watch out for toxic waste.

Yep.

It's okay.

What is that?

Some kind of

deep sea exploration drilling sh*t.

Not the drilling manifold.

That.

It's Colin Cunningham, the son.

Oh, my God.

Is this live?

I think so.

Wherever this image is coming from,

it can't be far

because these antennas are not made for

long-range distance.

Carl.

Hello, everyone. Um

- Carl!

- There's another door.

be it conscience,

karma, or the universe,

they are ultimately, one way or another,

punished for what they've done.

I firmly believe

that those who commit violent crime

don't ever truly get away with it.

The court might set them free,

but be it conscience, karma,

or the universe, they are ultimately

Hello?

I firmly believe

that those who commit violent crime

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Merritt!

Merritt!

I firmly believe

that those who commit violent crime

don't ever truly get away with it.

The court might set them free,

but be it conscience,

karma, or the universe

I knew it.

I firmly believe

that those who commit violent crime

don't ever truly get away with it.

The court might set them free,

but be it conscience, karma

How the f*ck do we shut this thing down?

punished for what they've done.

I firmly believe that those

who commit violent crime don't

Other side.

ultimately, one way or another,

punished for what they've done.

I firmly believe

that those who commit violent crime

sh*t.

Um, the court might set them free,

but be it conscience,

karma, or the universe,

they are ultimately, one way or another,

punished for what they've done.

I firmly believe that those who

The hyperbaric chamber

will begin to heat up

as pressure increases.

At five atmospheres, or 50 meters depth,

the temperature inside the chamber

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

- I'm f*cking looking at her.

- Is she in the chamber?

We're trying to figure out

how to get her out.

Don't touch anything. I need a second.

- We're not letting her die.

- Do not f*cking touch anything.

If you open it, you might k*ll her anyway.

How many atmospheres

of pressure is she at?

Uh she was six on the outside

of the hyperbaric chamber downstairs,

and now it's it's seven and a half,

so the pressure's going up.

Nine atmospheres

and the oxygen becomes toxic.

You need to do something.

We leave her, she'll die.

We get her out, she'll die.

- What the f*ck are we supposed to do?

- You need to stabilize the pressure.

Once that's stable, it says

that the navy or the coastguard

could get her out

with a hyperbaric stretcher.

- What's that?

- A portable version of the chamber.

So even if the pressure drops,

if you get her into one,

you'll have a window.

- What? How long?

- Maybe 15 minutes.

Fifteen, okay.

Start looking for something

that controls pressure.

There are many controls for pressure.

Are they turned up?

It'll look like a lever.

Jesus f*cking Christ,

can you turn that off?

will begin to heat up

as pressure increa

We might have one.

g*n!

I firmly believe

that those who commit violent crime

don't ever truly get away with it.

The court might set them free,

but be it conscience,

karma, or the universe,

they are ultimately,

one way or another, punished

Carl!

What the f*ck's happening, mate?

Hey!

Hey, arsehole!

Carl?

f*ck.

We're okay.

Oh, you b*stard, you b*stard.

Merritt,

I am Akram.

We're going to take you home now.

Oh, f*cking hell.

Once you start, you just can't stop.

Yeah, yeah.

Like crack or dry-roasted peanuts.

Oh, Jesus.

- All right, Carl?

- Hey.

Well, if I'd known you did home visits

- Shall I pee in a cup?

- Only if that's where you normally do it.

- What happened to your arm?

- You been shot again?

Funnily enough

No.

It's buckshot. I'll be fine.

I'm sure you'll all read about it.

Paying me back, are we?

You saw mine.

It's only fair I get to see yours.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- It's actually surprisingly nice.

- It's got nothing to do with me.

- Clearly.

- Carl, what the f*ck happened to your arm?

- I was a policeman today.

First time in a long time.

- What the f*ck does that mean?

- Can we do this tomorrow?

We'll have a lovely deep and meaningful.

I promise. All the gory details.

Here.

Thank you.

Wimbledon's birthday?

I only meant to leave them

on the doorstep.

And now it's a party.

Mm?

Oh, yeah!

Okay. In for a penny

I just wanted to thank you in person.

I'm told you were the one

to push for reopening the case,

and if you hadn't done that, then

It was it was very much a team effort.

I've thanked them already.

Everyone except for Detective Morck.

I was hoping he'd be here.

- You've not met him?

- Not yet, but I would like to.

Detective Morck took a little time off.

Oh, how much time off?

When it comes to Carl, who can say?

All right, I understand.

I'm leaving myself.

For who can say how long.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna take William home, to Mhòr.

Spend some time with my dad.

We've been talking, uh,

but there's still a lot left to say.

There usually is.

Well, uh, thank you again for everything.

Good luck, Merritt. I hope you find

what you're looking for on Mhòr.

Thanks very much, ladies and gentlemen.

I shall see you all tomorrow.

Uh, Marjorie,

would you get me the minutes?

- Okay.

- Thank you.

Detective Morck.

Lord Advocate.

Did we have an appointment?

Not unless you made one.

I just wanted to tell you

I'm not gonna report you

for what happened

during the Graham Finch trial.

Though, obviously, I can't promise

that Kirsty Atkins will be as forgiving.

- May I?

- I would.

You did what any father

in your position would do.

I don't think

you want to be casting aspersions.

Shutting the f*ck up is

your best strategy right now, trust me.

You're gonna double my budget,

or more accurately, give me the money

that was originally allocated

to my budget.

What else can I do for you?

I'm sure, Lord Advocate, with your weight,

you can get a deserving candidate

fast-tracked to the D.I. rank.

I presume you're talking

about the Syrian gentleman

whom you introduced as your bodyguard.

He's a political refugee

who's here on asylum,

and loathe as I am to admit it,

he's a good copper,

better than most.

I'll see what I can do.

That would be lovely.

Thank you.

Oh, and, um

I'm gonna need a new car.

And not some impounded piece of sh*t

or some tired pool car.

Any particular make and model?

I don't know.

What do you drive?

A Ford f*ck Off.

- Sorry.

- Hey, it's okay.

Prick.

Hardy.

When you get yourself sorted down there,

I have something I'd like you to look at.

- A case?

- No, a f*cking hemorrhoid.

Yes, a case.

Something for me and Carl?

Something for you.

Off you go.

All my nightmares escaped my head

Bar the door, please don't let them in

You were never supposed to leave

Now my head's splitting at the seam

And I don't know if I can

Oi!

What the f*ck?!

Welcome home

Here, beneath my lungs

I feel your thumbs

Press into my skin again