♪ ♪ ANNIKA: The assessment center liked your application.

Well played.

(yelping) ANNIKA: You nearly drowned.

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

Whoo!

Two detectives walk into a comedy club.

Heard it.

One stands at the mic and in a clear voice, uh, says to the other one that he's the father of her teenage daughter.

(scattered applause) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds cawing) (chair clacking) MICHAEL: You working on a new routine?

Oh, well... (chair clattering) Can't do any worse than the last one.

Oh really, 'cause I heard you won an award.

Yeah, not the one anyone wants.

"Worst open mic."

So, you're back?

I mean, clearly you're back.

I thought you were taking two weeks.

I'm finding it hard to be at home.

Right.

So, have you, um... Not yet.

(phone chiming) (buzzing) Um... Look, I'm fine to work a job.

Well, this one is Fabian Hyde.

Seriously?

High profile for us.

Do you wanna drive together?

Then we'd have a chance to, you know... Um...

I've just found out that I've got another daughter when you used me as a punchline, so, I'll just drive myself, if that's okay.

(ladder clanking) I mean, I thought he quit, so the fact he's even here is... is good, right?

Positive.

♪ Throw a line ♪ ♪ Into the darkness ♪ ♪ Oh, we are shadows ♪ ♪ Blaze inside ♪ ♪ This light will shine ♪ ♪ Unbroken tonight ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Shine ♪ ♪ ♪ (motor roaring) (camera bulbs popping) ♪ ♪ Robert Louis Stevenson was interested in a lot of things: travel, politics, brothels.

But what really interested him was the idea that everyone could be two different people at the same time.

The duality of existence, basically.

'Cause we've all got different sides to us, right?

And so he wrote "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," which is a story of a double personality, where a charming and respectable doctor with a good job, lots of friends, also exists... (sighs) as a terrible monster who ruins people's lives.

(phone clicking) (exhales) (quietly): And I know which one Michael thinks he's working with today.

♪ ♪ I thought only Bond villains have aquariums in the basement.

MICHAEL: Well, he was as rich as one of those.

(bubbling) ♪ ♪ Well, do I even need to say?

Let's treat this as we would anyone else.

Okay then.

Fabian Hyde, billionaire green tech entrepreneur.

He was discovered dead by his house manager at 8:15 this morning.

BLAIR: No signs of forced entry to the house-- well, palace.

But we've asked staff to check whether anything's been stolen.

Is that a clock?

TYRONE: I guess it's a decoration, or toy, or something.

BLAIR: Why do sharks need to know the time?

So they can go back for seconds?

Seriously?

BLAIR: Uh, next of kin, a daughter, Katherine.

Lives in the nearby village.

Does she know?

MICHAEL: She knew ten minutes before the press did.

ANNIKA (sighing): Well, that's something, I suppose.

We'll go and see her.

You two talk to the house manager.

(water burbling) (retreating footsteps) I can get a pool car if this is too... Have you told Morgan?

No.

When are you gonna do that?

(inhales sharply) Well, I haven't got any gigs coming up, so...

Okay, I'm sorry, sorry!

I-I don't know how to do this.

JANUARY (voiceover): I manage his security, and I'm usually aware of his plans.

I don't understand why Fabian was even here last night.

He's investing in a new green start-up, so he should've been in Dundee.

Why didn't he go?

I have no idea.

So, does this control all the security in the house?

Yep, I left it here when I finished work and went to spin class about 6:00 p.m., then home.

When I came in this morning, the CCTV was out.

TYRONE: Could your boss have turned it off?

I can't think why he would've.

What about a glitch or an outage?

No, we have got a back-up system, although it should've kicked in, so I'll have a look into why it didn't.

We'll do that.

AUTOMATED VOICE: You are out of orange juice and bone broth.

Yeah, I've seen the shark tank, mate.

Think you're okay for bone broth.

We'll have to access the logs for all the devices in the property.

JANUARY: Including the fridge?

Well, unless it's got an alibi.

JANUARY: We already have a courier, but... Who's this guy?

That is Greg Connolly.

He's the chief exec of Doxon Holdings, one of Fabian's companies.

Doesn't seem very happy.

TYRONE: Yeah, nor does Fabian.

I couldn't tell you about Fabian's business relationships.

Okay, but once he's in, the CCTV cuts out and the whole place is the dead spot.

Like I said, I can't tell you why that happened.

I convinced him that all this tech would keep him safe.

(sighs) I guess I was wrong.

ANNIKA (voiceover): The granddaughter's deaf, so don't turn your back on her.

MICHAEL (voiceover): Of course.

My dad was a visionary.

People admired that.

He saw the big picture.

Got impatient waiting for the rest of us to catch up.

Hm.

Well, that can make you unpopular.

Not him, though.

He faced it.

Always addressed people's concerns.

Did he have a partner?

Divorced my mum when I was a kid, never remarried.

So, it's just you and your daughter here?

And Dylan.

Feels like part of the family.

Are you going on a trip?

GRACE: No, I am.

A conference on the environment.

Grandad was training me up.

I'm heading off to Brazil.

Or at least I was.

And do you work for your dad, too?

No, I-- I had an allowance.

He's very generous like that.

I volunteer at a women's center.

I was there till 7:00, here the rest of the night.

Can we take the address?

If that's... (sighs awkwardly) Okay, sure.

So... How about you two?

Here all night too, both of us, with my mum.

Then Dylan went to help out at the chippy around 11:00.

He works there, we're really busy.

Nothing wrong with working in a chippy.

It... it's not that.

So, what is it then?

♪ ♪ He's just upset, poor lad.

We all are.

This is where I volunteer.

I was told there was gonna be a press conference about Dad.

Will you be doing that?

It'll be our media person.

ANNIKA (voiceover): I thought we were getting a media person.

Well, he's a high-profile case, so it's best if it's a senior officer.

So why aren't you doing it?

You haven't got ice cream on you.

That's a good point, actually.

(fabric shifting) How we doing for witnesses?

A couple of sharks and a fridge, apparently.

But obviously, to the press, you'll say...

Better things than that.

You see?

We don't need a media person.

There'll be a big press showing.

Not just the local ones.

National?

Pretty much all of them.

I think I even saw "Le Monde."

You want Michael up there with you?

Uh...

I don't think he enjoys seeing me at the microphone.

(exhales) ANNIKA (on computer): Thank you all for coming today.

Bonjour, willkommen, et cetera.

(cameras clicking) (mic squealing) As you're aware, the body of a 60-year-old male was discovered on the grounds of the Hyde estate earlier this morning.

Next of kin has been informed, so I can confirm that the deceased is Fabian Hyde.

Obviously we're following a range of leads... (computer clicks) Hey, maybe we should leave it on.

It'd be interesting to know what these leads are.

Did we get anything off the security system at Fabian's house?

The firewalls are insane, but we've managed to retrieve the logs, and it looks like someone switched off the security manually.

What, from inside the house?

Uh-huh.

The C.E.O.

bangs on the door, goes inside, and then eight minutes later it goes off.

And do we know why he was banging on the door?

I reckon it has something to do with this.

After the failure of Fabian Hyde to secure the firm's future, I've been forced to close Doxon Holdings with immediate effect.

I am, of course, devastated for the staff and their families.

(clicking) BLAIR: Looks legit, although there are a lot of fakes out there.

He chose social media to announce it.

Posted from his work after Fabian died.

Okay, well, let's see if this is one of the leads that she says we have.

Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪ The workers have got Twitter, then.

(clamoring, indistinct yelling) This isn't looking good.

(crowd yelling, banging) Urgent assistance required at Doxon Holdings Recycling Plant, Bishopbriggs.

We're under attack from protestors.

(banging, indistinct yelling) Get off the car!

(motor roaring) (car squeaking) (kicking, banging) He's in there.

(seatbelts unlatching) (rioting) (glass smashing) (pounding) (smashing) Go, go, go!

(metal buckling) (crunching) Oh, my God.

Get back.

My God.

(screeching) TYRONE: Maybe next time pick a different way to tell 'em they're out of a job.

(cameras clicking) GREG: I wanted them to know it was Fabian who did it.

He vowed to build a lasting legacy for this community.

Did that all right.

Is that why you went to see him last night?

Aye.

And he was alive when I left.

You can check the CCTV.

Security feed packed in while you were in the house.

Did you turn it off?

Wouldn't know how.

Would've shown nothing but a shouting match.

You sure it was just shouting?

'Course it was.

I've got a family to look after.

Wouldn't do time for a man like Hyde.

I said my piece and left.

(pen scratching) I was in a state.

Got home around 11:00.

(pen scratching, birds cawing) What do you want from me?

Well, some DNA for starters.

Thanks for saving me, by the way.

Should've said that before.

(metallic clattering) Well, we haven't saved you yet.

♪ ♪ (birds cawing) Krydderkake is this kind of spiced cake.

It's flavored with cinnamon and cardamom.

Doesn't have icing on it traditionally, but no one complains if it does.

And I reckon I could bake it.

I reckon I could open a tea room on the edge of a fjord, and the cake would be what people came for.

Plus the view.

And that would be the other version of me, not the monster that Michael sees.

'Cause... Mrs. Krydderkake would've let him know he was the dad straightaway.

She'd have cut him a big slice and told him all about it.

And... it would've been fine.

(phone rings) (ringing continues) As opposed to what's happening now.

(ringing) Michael.

The C.E.O.

has agreed to give us a DNA sample.

Good.

Um... That's something.

You okay?

About, um... nearly getting hit by a digger, I mean, not...

Rethinking the last 16 years?

Uh, well... Yeah.

Does Morgan want to know?

When she does, she'll ask me.

That's the deal we've always had.

Well, that could be years.

I don't know what to say to you.

Well, I'm getting used to that.

And in the meantime, I feel like I'm lying all the time.

(call ends) (boots creaking, chair clanks) ♪ ♪ I mean, I came here, didn't I?

(church bells tolling distantly) To this city, this unit, with him in it.

Must've known it'd lead to this.

Must've wanted it on some level.

That's why people always return to the scene of the crime.

♪ ♪ (bells continue tolling) (indistinct chatter) So, 16's a pretty big deal.

Yeah, I know.

I can vote.

So, democracy's safe.

Finally.

Well, I vote you have a party.

I thought about it, but my dad's got this pokey wee place.

He'd be cool about it, but, you know.

My place then?

I get it.

So you can invite Erin?

(stammers) I-I'm the daughter of a detective, remember.

Okay, look, if my birthday's an excuse to keep your love life going, fine.

Let's have it at yours.

But then we're even.

I saved your life, Femi.

I'm gonna be pulling this stuff for years.

TYRONE (voiceover): I'm looking at the posting on street view, Mum.

It looks like the place we grew up in.

(keys clacking) Yeah, which was about the time I thought of joining the police, wasn't it?

Be the first detective on a skateboard.

Remember?

Okay, I've gotta go.

Speak soon.

(call ends) What's that?

Pickle juice.

Want some?

Oh, nah, nah.

I had no idea the café was so out there, to be honest.

What have you got there?

Ah, no, nothing.

It's not the case.

(laptop shuts) Morning.

(both): Morning.

BLAIR: You want us to wait for Michael?

No, that's fine.

Okay.

So, we know the victim's security was turned off manually at the house, but even if it was the C.E.O., the GPS in his bashed-up jeep shows him driving around at the time of the murder.

Which we think was 20 to 11:00, when the victim's smartwatch stopped registering his heartbeat.

Huh.

Same time as the clock in the tank.

Well, that would fit.

Post-mortem says the cause of death was drowning, preceded by blunt force trauma to the head.

Hit by the clock?

Time flies.

There were no signs of a struggle at the scene, though, which suggests that he knew them.

Well, he's landlord to half the village.

Yeah, where there's a petition going around 'cause he's putting the rents up.

According to one person, he wants the locals out so he can begin fracking.

Which is a bit off-brand.

Yeah.

The petition's been organized by the local chippy, which is owned by Dylan's family.

ANNIKA: Mm.

He definitely seemed... uncomfortable when we saw him.

Yeah, and I got something on the granddaughter, Grace.

Blair, could you pull up her social media?

(mouse clicking) (thumping) Who's that with them?

This is Ross Kincaid.

He assaulted the victim a few months ago, and the charges were dropped.

Which none of the family mentioned.

He's got a hardware store in town.

Okay.

Well then, it's a visit there, or a visit to the chippy.

Which one... TYRONE: Chippy?

Definitely.

I shouldn't have, uh, given a choice.

♪ ♪ ANNIKA (voiceover): Thanks for not telling them.

Well, I'm gonna tell my family before my team, aren't I?

S-Sure.

But then you'd hope a bunch of detectives could, you know, work it out on their own.

Well, I didn't.

(distant motors rumbling) So, when did it happen?

Mmm, Morgan?

Are you... planning on giving them that level of detail?

No, no, it's just-- just for me.

(sighs) That training weekend.

Search and seizure.

Is it too soon to make a joke about... Yeah.

Okay.

So, was it in that lecture theater?

Possibly.

Or on the boat.

Yeah, yeah.

The boat.

(birds twittering, cars rushing by) (hot oil sizzling) (scraping) That's a lot of signatures.

It's a really big deal for the village.

Some of these businesses have been going for decades.

Including this one.

They're all okay now the guy's dead though, right?

Don't know about that.

TYRONE: What's it like, going out with a billionaire's granddaughter?

Grace is brilliant.

BLAIR: But?

Stuck with the wrong family.

You ever thought she might try and help you stop the rents going up?

Doesn't work that way, I wouldn't put that pressure on her.

Tried with her mum, got nowhere.

Her mum refused to lobby for you?

She's a coward.

Said it was just business.

Well, it's my family's business, too.

And are your folks here?

At the wholesalers.

And on the night itself?

They've got nothing to do with him dying.

They're just glad he did?

They were here, working.

Let's have a look then.

♪ ♪ Grace is my daughter.

Okay.

Katherine and I have been together since school.

She never mentioned you.

Well, that's 'cause of Fabian.

I'm not good enough for his family, apparently.

And what did he do about that?

Well, he banned me from entering Katherine's house, 'cause he owns it.

Even from Grace's birthday.

That's when he tried to charge me with assault.

Look, all I wanted was to give Grace her birthday present.

He ordered me to leave, turned away from me like that, so I grabbed him.

I forced him to look me in the eye, and he wouldn't.

I'd never hit anyone before.

I don't think he'd been hit before, either.

He dropped the charges.

Katherine must've talked him out of it.

He made it worse for us, though.

He tried to cut me off from both of them.

Your daughter's old enough to make her own choices.

Sure.

until he announces he wants her to take over his empire.

Traveling the world, never seeing me.

Why do you put up with it?

Ask Katherine.

Look, I know this looks bad for me, but I was at the Rangers game when he died.

And then I was down the pub.

I got the bus home.

Okay, well, we'll check all that, but thanks for... Fabian thought I wasn't father material, but what the hell did he know?

What does anybody know?

(shop bell chiming) So, the parents are clear.

Do you wanna go through the rest of the names on this petition?

Sure.

Ah.

So you've been offered a new job?

Wow.

Did you get that from the call?

Are you gonna accept?

Well, my mum's pleased.

Are you saying you're gonna trade that for me and my chips?

(chuckles) Oh, what is on this?

Um... Juice from the pickled eggs.

Ugh.

Yeah, I chose a bad example.

(phone buzzing, chiming) (phone chiming) ANNIKA: What's this?

It's from you.

Oh man.

The little cases, the muggings, the burglaries, hold very little interest for me.

It's the high-profile stuff that properly grab me.

The billionaires, the glamour cases-- that's what makes a career.

Is she saying this?

Well, her lips are moving.

It's why I love you guys so much.

So, someone used a variational autoencoder to create a deep fake image of you.

I don't understand what you said, but fine.

It was leaked across social media by someone who hacked into police accounts.

I can't think why, though.

Is it connected to the case?

Could be.

The victim's house manager was pretty techie.

Why would she do it?

Trip us up.

I mean, it's tripping me up.

Have you brought her in?

She hasn't been home since we spoke to her.

She was in the house, could've turned the cameras off.

We've got an officer outside her flat.

And an APW out?

Yes.

She hasn't left the country, although I'm certainly thinking about it.

Okay, it's, it's weird, I get that.

Um, but try to block it out if you can.

You know I'd never say stuff like that, right?

Not in public, no.

♪ ♪ (sighs) So, digital forensics have gotten into the victim's laptop, and he made a series of payments to January, his house manager.

Thousands at a time, with no pattern to the transfers, either.

So, she could've been on the take.

Yeah, or blackmailing him.

He sent her two grand at 20:10 on the night he was killed.

Which is when he was arguing with his C.E.O., so it's a weird time to transfer funds.

I've tracked down the deep-faker I.P.

Signal keeps moving.

Probably using a laptop or mobile phone.

It's now at the Barrowlands.

Yep.

Okay.

So, there's been this suggestion that this other version of me was a bit more...

Confident?

Assured.

Honest?

Fine.

Great.

Excellent.

Mm-hmm.

ANNIKA: Just saying, if this happened to you, we'd be going in with attack dogs, and maybe even the army, you know?

MICHAEL: Call the army, if you want.

(engine rumbles nearby) ♪ ♪ TYRONE: Are we sure we're in the right place?

BLAIR (over radio): 100%.

I've geolocated the device.

Try the basement.

MICHAEL: Where the market is.

♪ ♪ (man talking on recording, keyboard typing) MAN (on recording): Sometimes, the little... (keyboard clacking) MAN (on recording): Sometimes, the little... (voice repeats, distorted) (chuckles) The Scooby Doo gang are getting on a bit, aren't they?

Bagsy Velma.

So, what's this one having Fabian say?

FABIAN (via computer): ...little people have to suffer... SENGA: Whatever I like.

FABIAN: Sometimes the little people... MICHAEL: We'll take you in before the real Annika orders a drone strike.

Aye, right.

Well, if you think I'm worried about that or a night in the cells, hen, I'm not.

Badge of honor.

♪ ♪ MORGAN: There's something pretty badass about having your own deepfake.

I mean, she didn't even have me say it with a twinkle in my eye, you know?

Can she make you say yes to your daughter having a party?

I don't mind if there's a twinkle or not.

What kind of party?

Well, it's basically afternoon tea, for Femi's birthday.

And Erin said she'd come.

Ah, nice.

Yeah, it's tough when you're in different cities.

When?

Um, Friday?

It'll only be a few of us.

Uh, then perhaps I can interest you in some krydderkake for the party?

Uh, yeah, I think I'll ask fake Mum to make it.

Yeah, fair point.

Okay, fine for the party, not fine to keep sharing that video.

Oh.

Sorry.

(grunts) Mmm.

(hisses) So much for that idea.

(birds squawking) ♪ ♪ Robert Louis Stevenson had 12 rules to live by.

They're mostly pretty obvious.

Don't take yourself too seriously, um, get some hobbies, keep your mind busy.

There's also one about not holding postmortems, but I don't think he meant that literally.

At least it'd be difficult in my case.

But he also urges us not to dwell on imaginary things, because they're harder to bear than real things.

Which is all very well, but he, he didn't have an imaginary version of himself popping up online and being a bit of a c... well, cow.

TYRONE: What use is a deepfake of Fabian Hyde now he's dead?

You think I did him in?

Did you?

(laughs) No.

But his time was gonna come.

And what makes you say that?

Always does for folk like that.

Nobody's gonna be shedding tears about it.

Mmm, well, his family are.

And what about all the families he ruined?

Oh, you think he was trying to save the planet?

His business tore up poor communities, he was a monster.

Where were you two nights ago?

Volunteering at Langview College.

"Keeping Safe Online."

Oh, come on.

I know, fun detail.

I've got 15 eyewitnesses who'll vouch for me.

Oh, and the security guard practically kicked me out, so he's another one.

And what about this woman?

Do you know her?

His house manager, January Deacon.

No.

Good cheekbones, though.

All this has done is create a colossal waste of time for us.

Hit a nerve, though.

Was that the point?

You don't know me.

Don't take it personally.

I just wanted you lot to pay attention.

Where are the press conferences for the robberies or the pickpockets or the vandalism?

If one of my students gets their purse stolen, they don't eat for a week.

Yeah, I'm a murder detective.

Those other crimes are being dealt with.

Aye, but not by you.

You just want to solve the death of the richest guy in Scotland.

Not all our cases are like that.

They're the only ones I hear about.

Well, then, you haven't been paying attention.

I didn't do your eyes justice.

I'll get it right next time.

BLAIR: We got a ping on the house manager's passport.

Ferry port in Cairnryan, two hours away.

Huh.

Okay.

Send Michael and Tyrone.

Anything back on the clock from the shark tank?

Waiting for DNA, as we are with the water bottle that we found.

But we do have the parcel that was delivered the day Fabian was killed.

It was in a safe at his house.

Just a couple of contracts, but then we also found this in there.

ANNIKA: Wow.

Vibrant bit of hate mail.

Don't know why he put it in his safe.

ANNIKA: 'Cause he knew who wrote it?

ANNIKA: Perhaps someone did return to the scene of the crime.

(voiceover): It's a copy of a letter we found in his safe.

Postmark means it could be anyone in the village.

Dylan's mum started a petition against the fracking.

She was quite outspoken.

Why are you blaming it on Dylan's mum?

Sorry, but she was making his life very difficult.

That's your handwriting.

Why would she come here if she didn't already know that?

(barely audible): It's... same as the sticky note.

I was home the night my father was killed.

I didn't leave the house.

You did go out.

I saw you sneak off.

I was meeting my mum.

GRACE: She's overseas.

KATHERINE: She came back looking for a handout.

I was just dealing with another family disappointment.

(scoffs) So, I'm a disappointment, am I?

I didn't mean that, I just, I didn't want you to know.

Cutting my dad out my life so you can live in this house with a big allowance.

You're the one who's a disappointment.

You should've had the guts to say that to his face.

I'm sorry you had to see that.

Is she right?

He thought he was protecting me.

I guess it was love, in a way.

Perhaps that's why I let it go on that long.

I mean, you do, don't you?

(exhales) Well, someone had enough.

♪ ♪ MICHAEL: Here we go.

(ship horn blares) Police.

Could you, uh, close these gates?

Lock 'em.

(bird squawks) (dishes clinking) ♪ ♪ (grunts) MAN: Sorry, love!

(groans) (ship horn blares) (January grunts, punch connects) (shark grunts) ♪ ♪ MICHAEL: She's going for it.

(January grunts) (grunts) MICHAEL: Nah, she's not making that.

(groaning) Help me!

Go on then, Velma.

Get her down.

It's cutting into me.

(sighs) (birds squawking) TYRONE (voiceover): Look, we know that the crypto payments to you were made from Fabian's laptop, from inside his study.

And funnily enough, a lot of the payments were made while he was away on business trips.

(clicks tongue) So, what happened?

Fabian comes back unexpectedly, catches you on the laptop, and then gets himself killed later that night.

No.

He was alive when I left him, and you can't prove otherwise.

(scoffs) You've got nothing.

My fingerprints are gonna be over everything anyway, and you've got no CCTV.

Yeah, 'cause you turned it off.

Yeah, only because-- only because I was transferring the money.

Which was lucky for the killer, that wasn't me, so how about you let me go?

Oh, we can keep you for 12 hours, and we might just do that for wasting our time.

Yeah, plus the fridge is talking, and the oven, and the toaster, and all the other smart appliances, so... (scoffs) He painted himself as this savior.

Even had an actual painting done to nail the point.

But what he did was basic bullying, even if he did say it was to help us grow.

So, you stole from him.

That's how I chose to balance it out.

But everyone's got their own way of doing that, don't they?

Even his own family.

♪ ♪ (sirens blaring in distance) (birds squawking) ANNIKA (voiceover): I mean, who wants me at the party?

'Cause I know it's not you.

MORGAN: Erin asked if there'd be supervision.

ANNIKA: Well, that's just shorthand for booze coming in.

Ooh, actually, I should lock this.

Okay.

(drawer clatters) Oh.

I'm pretty sure you broke the lock that time when you-- Huh.

Actually, it was a few times.

Okay, look, I'm trusting you to stay out of this cabinet, and to look after the house.

And you can tell Erin that there will be no mother supervision, but that doesn't mean that you can do what you want.

(keys jingle) Thanks for this chat, though.

Very useful.

TYRONE: Her mum was out the night of the murder, so she can't verify that Grace was at home.

Yep, and according to the fridge, it was open 15 minutes before the murder, and a bottle taken out.

Same brand as the one Grace drinks.

Would've got there quicker if it was bone broth.

So, what was the trigger?

He was hit from behind.

Only happens if you turn your back on someone.

Which he often did.

Even to the people who needed to read his lips.

What's this?

Oh, yeah, I was, I was gonna show you that.

Oh, is it the promotion letter?

So, it's actually happening.

I want to do what you do.

And I can't do that here.

Open it.

(paper rustling) (clicks tongue, inhales) I mean, I've only taught you a fraction of my jokes.

(laughs) I think I've got enough.

It's a good post.

Is that what swung it?

Eh.

And that deep faker, actually.

What she said about low-level crime.

I think I could do something there.

Well, I'm glad some good came of it.

When do they want you to start?

As soon as you'll let me go.

Can I get one more arrest out of you?

For old time's sake?

TYRONE: 'Course.

(kids chatting and laughing) And these were made by?

(phone buzzes and dings) Professional bakers.

(laughs) Excellent.

Oh, it's Erin.

She probably got lost.

Let's get a picture.

(loud music playing at party) (camera shutter clicks) (laughter) Wow.

How lost has she got?

Oh, it's, it's fine.

It's just, um, uh, her plans have changed.

Uh, blow your candles out.

Um, happy birthday.

ALL: Happy birthday!

(loud music continues) (laughs) What happened?

Nothing.

Hey, everyone, how about a boat trip?

Yes!

(whooping and cheering) (song playing) BOY: Can I have a go, Morgan?

MORGAN: Not even sure I'm allowed to.

Follow me.

(tires screeching) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ They're headed for the quarry.

(siren wailing) ♪ ♪ Stop!

♪ ♪ Stay back a minute!

She's not a killer.

I loved him.

It was an accident.

But it's a pattern with him, isn't it?

Running your life to suit him.

Ditch Dylan, or he'll cut you off.

GRACE: I couldn't be with Dylan, or my own dad.

He wouldn't listen.

He never did.

He turned his back on me.

I couldn't read what he was saying.

Is that when you threw the clock?

It was on the table.

It hit his head.

I didn't think it would...

It was a mistake.

He collapsed into the water.

I didn't know what to do.

You have to go with them now.

I've got to get better at... uh, no.

ANNIKA: With all this, I haven't had time to organize a leaving do.

I prefer it this way.

Huh.

All yours.

You should have something to give out to your new team.

Yeah.

Weird 'em out from the off.

You're welcome.

Hmm.

Thanks.

Mmm.

(phone ringing) Oh.

(phone rings, beeps) Morgan.

MORGAN (on phone): Uh, so, here's the thing.

Who's got the worst temper, you or deepfake you?

Uh, I took your boat, and I forgot to drop the anchor.

Um... Oh, Morgan.

MICHAEL: What's going on?

(groans) Tyrone's, uh, taken the bloody car.

MICHAEL: What's with Morgan?

She's got herself into difficulty.

Well, you can't commandeer a squad car.

Come on, I'll take you.

Fine.

♪ ♪ ANNIKA: So, Robert Louis Stevenson, uh, had a boat.

MICHAEL: Did his daughter steal it?

ANNIKA: Well, it ended up in Hawaii, so it's entirely possible.

ANNIKA: We should stop bickering about Robert Louis Stevenson while we work this out.

MICHAEL: Yep.

(sighs) MICHAEL: Swim it?

You'll get hypothermia.

I meant you.

How's your dignity?

You're going too slow.

No, you're too short.

Which is why I'm pushing harder!

You need to pick up.

I'm not letting myself off the hook, but it wasn't easy for me, either.

A lot easier if you'd told me straight away.

You're saying that now 'cause you've got three beautiful girls that you make scrambled eggs for.

But that's not who you were.

You didn't give me a choice.

You were off to diving training.

Did you really want to give that up for colic and nights of "Bissam Bissam Bådne"?

Which is a lullaby I'd have taught you.

Oh, come on, that's not the reason you didn't tell me!

You ran away from it and tried to justify it after.

I've been in that house, okay?

I-- I've been there, I-- where the dad doesn't love the mum, and then he doesn't love the kid.

And...

I wasn't gonna do that to Morgan.

(sighs) You should have trusted me.

I felt like I was protecting her.

I got it wrong.

FEMI: What are they doing?

I don't know.

She's probably telling him the plot of "Treasure Island" or something.

Who's with her?

Another cop.

(yelling): Mum!

I suppose we'd better... Yeah.

♪ ♪ ANNIKA: I mean, stealing a boat, a police boat, it's an actual crime.

I only borrowed it.

There are two officers here, Morgan.

Your, your legal position is very weak.

I said I'm sorry.

And you're also grounded.

That's not a thing!

Michael, tell her!

I've done it with mine.

I don't believe you.

MICHAEL: Okay, but if they did the boat thing, I definitely would.

So, there we are.

That's what's happening.

Erin dumped me.

What?

By text.

But thanks for the extra punishment.

Oh.

(sighs) Wow.

Even when I'm right, I'm wrong.

MICHAEL: Yeah.

Thanks for, you know...

The backup.

Are we gonna be okay?

Well, we're gonna be something.

If we'd have had her now, you'd have been the first to know.

Honestly.

But we weren't those people then.

No.

Shame.

(door closes) (click) ♪ ♪ HARPER: I transferred to join your team.

Weren't you told?

Annika likes to wait a few years before she tells me the big stuff.

MAN: We found him right between the two islands.

There's a lot of sneaking about.

This is my future at stake.

You're gonna have to trust her at some point.

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