Episode 4

♪ ♪ Morgan, hi.

And Annika.

The mother.

Guilty.

♪ ♪ I asked Annika to keep you back.

She didn't give you up.

That's because she's learning how to lead a team.

You especially.

We all miss something.

Don't beat yourself up about it.

Unless that's your thing.

Maybe it is.

Two things.

First, Morgan's been sending pictures of herself to Blair.

What's the second thing?

I've got a crush on her therapist.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (police radio chatter) ♪ ♪ I believe engineers have identified six different types of bridge.

There's a beam bridge, which is... well, it's just a slab of concrete, or even a log across a stream.

There's an arch bridge like the Rialto in Venice.

It's very nice.

There's a suspension bridge like the Golden Gate in San Francisco.

There's... (exhales) three other types of bridge.

What they all have in common, though, is that their purpose is to cross a divide of some sort.

And, on the whole, they can be very successful.

But that's assuming that the two sides are happy about being connected.

(distant siren blaring, police radio chatter continues) 'Cause sometimes all you do is let the enemy across.

(sirens blaring) ♪ ♪ (camera clicking) MICHAEL: Cara Gibson, 38, lived on the Barstock Road, Hillhead.

ANNIKA: Where's her coat?

It's freezing.

Could've come off during a struggle.

SOCOs found hair and blood on the bridge, some footprints.

They might be able to make a cast.

I guess the killer just knocked her unconscious and threw her in to the river.

ASH: Clarko!

TYRONE: Ash.

(chuckling): Nice suit.

Och, you know, I've heard that you'd, uh, retired.

Promoted, actually.

DS, Marine Homicide.

ASH: The divers found this near the victim.

♪ ♪ It's a different pace for you, eh?

Thanks for the extra prints on this.

Good to see you, Ash.

ANNIKA: Cara Gibson.

Feel like I know that name.

MICHAEL: Yeah, she was a writer.

TV personality.

Big on social media and all that.

She was also a popular TV columnist.

Hm.

Not that popular.

♪ ♪ ♪ Throw a line ♪ ♪ Into the darkness ♪ ♪ We are shadows, blaze inside ♪ ♪ This light will shine ♪ ♪ Unbroken tonight ♪ ♪ Shine ♪ ♪ Inside ♪ ♪ ♪ I'm not criticizing, but you share a hobby with naval prisoners of war.

It's not a hobby.

Hold this.

What is it?

A wrought iron truss.

(clears throat) What bridge is it?

Menai Bridge.

Built by Thomas Telford.

He was an only child and his mum was a single parent.

Then I see why he is a genius.

He left home at 16 and never went back.

Yep, right.

So I was thinking, it's been ages since we hung out.

Me with work, you with... Yeah?

You know, the things you do.

Why don't we go out somewhere fun?

And when you say "fun"?

I mean an exhibition on bridges at the aquarium.

They're doing a lates event.

For the extra adrenaline?

Yeah.

Exactly.

Tomorrow?

After therapy?

Sure.

How is the new therapist?

She seemed nice.

Very... smiley and she has, you know, nice hair.

Jake likes her.

I mean, not that I've spoken to him.

Might've been 15 Telford left home.

Maybe even 14.

TYRONE: Cara Gibson, she was a Writing from Life lecturer at Glasgow University but better known for her best sellers.

Pretty broad subjects-- welfare, culture, the music industry, modeling.

I read "Workshy" back in the day.

Well, the first few pages.

It's a fun read if you hate the poor.

TYRONE: Yeah, well, calling people lazy and responsible for their own situations gave her a pretty good media career.

Lots of talk radio, panel shows.

She even fronted a short-lived TV show, where people in poverty were given a makeover to try and pass them off as aristocracy.

Why was she back at university getting paid by the hour to teach?

She just stopped writing.

Guess she made some enemies.

Mm.

Well, she definitely made one.

Have we found her mobile?

TYRONE: No, it wasn't in her bag, but we've requested the phone records.

And we have her bank statements.

It's the usual stuff mostly, but she had been having lunch at The Menagerie for the last few days.

Evelyn Bailie sings there.

She's, uh, one of the stars featured in "Sour Note," the band exposé one.

Fix Me Up.

They were terrible.

And I know 'cause my daughters like them.

When she got done for drugs, it was a relief.

House went quiet.

After the book came out, everyone was booted out the band.

TYRONE: So there's a possibility that Cara was trying to make contact with this... singer.

Why, though, if she ruined her career?

(cellphone ringing) Family call.

Can I?

Sure.

(ringing stops) Hi.

Okay, well let's pull together CCTV from Kingley Bridge, and sort an appeal for witnesses.

We'll go to her university digs.

And why don't you treat yourself to lunch at The Menagerie?

Oh, really?

No.

No, not really.

ANNIKA: Do you think Morgan could study in Glasgow?

I mean, it's on the doorstep.

She's already got the accent.

TYRONE: Does she want to?

She could be encouraged to.

Is she going to open days?

Not yet.

Well then, the world's her oyster then.

You've got England, Europe.

Well, that's a bit...

The States.

There's a massive ocean and... And Australia.

Australia's got some great universities.

What are you trying to do to me?

Australia... Graham Kennedy?

I.D.?

Not allowed to smile in these?

♪ ♪ (keys jangling) (unlocks, opens door) Did you know her?

Cara and I worked at the university together.

She was a force of nature.

A good friend.

♪ ♪ I get why people do it, but they're just going to rot there, aren't they?

Huh.

Mm...

I mean, you could find a vase, Graham.

(clears throat) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ When did you last see Cara?

A few days back.

She locked herself out.

Was there any indication there might've been something wrong?

I'm the maintenance guy.

Hm, they're the ones who notice the most.

Yeah, well, I don't.

I'm just in and out.

Why don't you try him, Fraser Clanahan, her co-writer?

He teaches at the Kelvinbridge Campus.

Sorted her out with this cushy number.

Uni pays half the rent.

Thought you didn't know much?

GRAHAM: Oh, well, she makes a lot of call-outs.

She drinks too much.

You know, stuff gets damaged.

And how do you know where she keeps her booze?

Well, she doesn't have a wine cellar.

So I can't find a laptop and she must have one.

Is that everything, then?

(bag rustling) ♪ ♪ EVELYN BAILIE (on speaker): One, two.

One, two.

(taps microphone, feedback squeals) One, two.

One, two.

(taps microphone, feedback squeals) ♪ I will be with you ♪ ♪ While the chief ♪ ♪ Puts sunshine on Leith ♪ ♪ I'll thank him ♪ ♪ For his work and your work and my work ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah.

♪ (Michael clapping) (chuckles) Evelyn Bailie?

Oh, now I miss my granddad.

Only he calls me that.

It's Evie B.

Need to talk to you about Cara Gibson.

Oh, couldn't believe it when I heard.

I'm gonna post a tribute on TikTok.

That's pretty generous.

Given what she did to you.

(laughs) Look, I was gonna leave the band anyway.

Work on my solo material.

Got a new track dropping next week if you're interested.

Yeah.

Cara came here last week for lunch.

Three or four days in a row.

What did she want?

To interview me.

She was writing another book.

What about?

Dunno.

Her big comeback?

(laughs) I stopped listening when she said I wouldn't get paid.

We're not giving away content for free.

And she screwed your career.

Where were you last night between 10:00 and 11:00 p.m.?

Working men's club.

Darnley.

Tough gig.

Play there, you can play anywhere.

There is one thing.

I mean, it might... might be something and nothing.

Cara got all angsty about the book.

She said she didn't want to write it, but had to.

What was gonna be in it?

Dunno.

Just that when it came out, she said that her life would either start getting better or get a whole lot worse.

(birds twittering) ♪ While the chief ♪ ♪ Puts sunshine on Leith ♪ I'm wasted in this job.

♪ I will be with you.

♪ I remember once being in a cab going over the Forth Bridge and the driver was telling me that the bridge existed in a never-ending struggle between tension and compression, it's like two sides constantly pulling away from each other.

And if the engineers didn't manage the demands of these two opposing sides, the bridge would buckle.

Or collapse completely.

I mean, I was trying to kiss someone in the back seat at the time, so I, I may have missed some of the physics.

But I remember thinking that in keeping a stable structure together, some tension is clearly important.

Just not too much.

♪ ♪ TYRONE: Your co-writer, Cara, was pretty controversial.

Can you think of anyone who might've bore a grudge?

Half the stuff she said was just for clicks.

She had a big heart.

And what about Maggie Fisher, One of the residents mentioned in "Workshy"?

Cara had highlighted her name.

She was from the Braebank Tower blocks.

Hated us telling the truth about the place, the crime of people abusing government benefits.

She thought we had an agenda.

But we both grew up in places like that.

Parents down the boozer, not one book in the house.

ANNIKA: You and Cara took out a restraining order against her.

(cellphone chimes) She must've crossed the line.

For harassment, nasties in the post.

But nothing for years.

From Michael.

Cara was writing another book.

That's news to me.

But I haven't seen Cara recently; she, uh, dropped out of our pub quiz team.

Do you know why?

It's nice that you're loyal.

Cara was doing the 12 steps.

She didn't want to hang around pubs.

Do you know why she might've been at the Kingley Bridge last night?

And where were you between 10:00 and 11:00 p.m.?

A university event.

The hall here.

Just got the vice chancellor's job.

Had to show my face.

I'll ping over the details.

Thanks.

♪ ♪ ANNIKA: It's not bad for a boy who grew up in a house with no books.

♪ ♪ ANNIKA: I guess as well as being addicted to alcohol, Cara might've been a bit addicted to attention.

Do you think the new book was a way of getting some back?

Could be.

But I'm thinking we should take another look at Graham Kennedy.

He wasn't being upfront with us.

Do you think we could put more resources on him?

Yeah, I'd love to, but I'm getting pressure from Oban about my budget.

Can we keep it in the team?

Sure.

So that uniformed officer at the bridge?

Yeah, bad evidence handling.

Yeah, I wasn't thinking of that.

Oh, she, she knew me from Border Command.

It's all good.

Yeah...

But Marine Homicide's a new unit.

People are still getting their heads around it.

I'm fine.

I'm gonna grab a coffee, do you want one?

Yeah.

Thanks.

(engine idling, horns honking, jackhammer rumbling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds squawking) MICHAEL: Hey, brother, thought I'd find you here.

Aye, never forget a wedding.

You forget all of 'em.

Catch anything?

Aye, a brute.

I let it go, you just missed it.

What's with the jacket?

My new unit.

Happy for you.

Annika's my boss.

(Adie laughs) What a kick in the balls.

(chuckles) Did you get any chat about a woman coming off the Kingley Bridge?

You mean aside from her dying?

Nah.

But I suppose you want me to ask around for you?

Cheers, Adie.

I appreciate it.

Stop, I'm welling up.

(birds squawking) (sniffs) ♪ ♪ ANNIKA: It's in the oven.

What is?

The takeaway.

How was the new therapist?

She looked at the clock.

Probably didn't want the session to run over.

When would you look at the clock?

When I'm really interested in what someone is saying to me.

Okay, fine.

(pulls chair out) (chair creaks) What do you wanna do?

I want you to call Jake and see if he can recommend someone else.

Okay.

Sure.

I mean, I'll have to look up his number, though, 'cause I deleted it.

Course you did.

I'll get the plates.

♪ ♪ (clicks teeth, tapping cellphone) Oh, look, there it is.

Well, that's-- wow, uh... Yeah, that's a surprise.

I'll, um... As... well, it's here and, uh, Morgan asked, then I'll... ♪ ♪ (birds squawking) Is, uh, Morgan doing anything later?

My wee sister's staying with me for a couple of days.

Same age.

Yeah, we're actually going to an exhibition on bridges.

Um, Morgan is really... yeah, I'll ask.

Thanks.

The last time Erin stayed with me, I took her to the secret bunker.

Oh, the nuclear shelter?

Yeah, she thought I was taking her to a nightclub.

The only one there with glitter on her face.

(chuckles) MICHAEL: Okay, so forensics came back.

The hair and blood found at the scene matches Cara's.

Red fibers were also recovered, most likely from a carpet.

And we've got the results from the post-mortem.

Her blood alcohol levels were sky high, .15%, so she would've been visibly drunk.

Throwing up.

What made her fall off the wagon?

From a singer we know that she was writing another book and that she was worried about it.

She might've been writing that on her laptop.

Which is missing from her flat.

Her last crop of books created a stink, probably bracing herself for the next one.

What do we know about the woman with the restraining order?

BLAIR: Maggie Fisher.

Currently fitted with an ankle tag for a serious assault and breach.

And the signal was lost just before 10:00 p.m. the night of the murder.

Yeah, I maybe should've said that right at the top.

ANNIKA: Yeah, I mean, like before the, um... thing about your sister staying over.

Which happens in the chat on the way out.

Exactly.

Yeah, I mean it's fine though cause we've got it all covered.

It's all right...

Thanks for coming with me.

I'm not even sure I'm doing the right thing.

She was our friend, we have to do what we can.

It's better than doing nothing.

♪ ♪ (distant siren blaring) (distant car alarm blaring) TYRONE: Well, Maggie's ankle tag is loud and clear today.

MAGGIE: Be a cold day in hell before I cry over that two-faced cow.

We've found a copy of "Workshy" open on Cara's desk and she'd circled your name.

Any ideas why?

MAGGIE: Don't know, don't care.

She called me last week.

I deleted her voicemail.

You got a tux?

Sorry?

Old folks' poker night, this is the closest they'll get to a casino.

You'd look good on the tables.

And since you're so interested in my red carpet.

You sounded angry that Cara had called you.

Aye.

MAGGIE: We're all just thieves and scroungers, right?

No one's put money into this place for years.

We were supposed to get a skate park and that never happened.

And now they're tearing the whole place down and dumping us in crappy houses miles away.

You've got a record for assault, ain't ya?

Somebody said something to my daughter in a pub.

I jumped in to protect her.

That's all that was.

And on the night of the murder, where were you?

Am I suspect?!

'Cause I'm rethinking that casino gig I was giving you.

So your ankle tag's working again.

It's just you went off grid around the time that Cara was killed.

It was faulty.

I've reported it.

So where were you?

At home, tucked up in bed with Eddie Baines, all night long.

And he'll confirm that, will he?

Aye, if he's got his breath back.

What do you know about this guy?

MAGGIE: Hm?

Oh, Graham.

Clever laddie.

He went to uni.

He's probably a lawyer by now.

Yeah, he's not.

(phone camera clicks) ♪ ♪ (distant siren blaring) (birds squawking) FRASER: It's gonna be okay.

BLAIR: Ming Mei Zhao?

DC Ferguson.

How can I help you?

I'm a friend of Cara Gibson.

I think I know who murdered her.

Better come through then.

MING MEI (voiceover): I'm working on my PhD but I need extra money, so I cover shifts at a taxi firm.

Cara called for a cab that night.

It was about a quarter after 10:00, pick-up was from her apartment to the university.

She must've been going to her office.

Bit late to be working?

So it is; she'd never get everything done otherwise.

How was she?

Drunk.

Slurring.

BLAIR: Did Cara say anything?

Why she was going out, who she was seeing?

What was the driver's name?

Lachie Nevin.

I try to avoid sending him to pick up women clients.

He gives me bad vibes.

But last night we were so busy, he didn't call in to confirm the drop-off for ages.

And I started to wonder.

Well, you've got driver records, right?

(distant siren blaring) Looking for Lachie Nevin.

MAN: Aye, that's him.

♪ ♪ MAN: Lachie!

Stop!

Police!

♪ ♪ Stop!

(siren blaring) ♪ ♪ (people shouting) Police!

I said stop!

(grunts, people exclaiming) (siren blaring) (panting) (tires squealing) (Lachie groans, Blair panting) (groaning continues, engine idling) (groans) MICHAEL: Important to look both ways, Lachie.

(groans loudly) (closes car door) More on Graham Kennedy.

He was studying law at Strathclyde but dropped out when he was accused of stealing from student dorms.

Whole thing was dealt with in-house.

Any connection with Cara back then?

No, but he grew up in Braebank, the community that Cara slated, and he has keys to her flat.

Think we should talk to him again.

Yeah, sure, but check out Maggie's alibi first and get those carpet fibers to the lab.

(phone chimes) Oh.

Oh, hello.

I've gotta just deal with something.

I'll be two secs.

Yeah.

♪ ♪ Ah, sod it.

(birds squawking) ♪ ♪ (clears throat) Excellent.

So I had a dream about a bridge last night.

What does that mean?

Did it break?

It totally collapsed and then it got washed away by the river.

Okay, well, it could signify inner conflict, intimations of doom... imminent catastrophe.

What if I said I had a dream about a cat?

Then you're fine.

Well that's what happened.

Some therapists Morgan might prefer.

Thanks.

How is she?

Uh, fine, yeah, she's, um... doing a school project, she's making a... A bridge.

Yeah, but you see, I, I...

I want to say cat now.

You know, if she's interested, she might want to check out the...

The exhibition.

I saw that.

They're doing lates.

And we will be going.

At some point, uh, very soon, in fact.

Well, me, too.

I love bridges.

Lots of nice, um... Buttresses.

Exactly.

So, have fun, whenever you, uh, manage to get there.

You, too.

And thanks for dropping this off.

No, no problem, I was passing.

Yeah, we're on the river.

Yeah, I was swimming past.

♪ ♪ It's very funny, swimming.

(birds chirping) (dogs barking distantly) (door closing, Graham sighing) TYRONE: Graham Kennedy.

You again.

I enjoyed it so much last time.

Well, I'm glad you got something out of it.

What do you want?

I need to know your whereabouts between 2200 and 2300 hours two days ago.

Why am I suddenly in the frame?

Just routine.

You asking everyone, are you?

Plus, you didn't mention you were from Braebank.

So you're gonna try and pin a murder on the Black guy from Braebank?

Nice.

I'm not pinning anything.

It's a homicide investigation.

(chuckling): You actually think you're one of them, don't you?

Part of the team.

You're not.

Everyone's colorblind till you put a foot wrong.

I've looked at the reports, I know you got a raw deal when you were a student.

Accused of stealing.

Well, they didn't understand how a kid from Braebank could afford a fancy mobile.

But my mum worked three jobs, nursing, cleaning; her motto was "if you don't work... You don't eat."

Where's your family from?

England.

You know what I mean.

Guyana.

Mm.

Trinidad.

Must've stung when Cara showed up though, right?

Nice flat.

Friends in high places, pulling the strings.

Plus she wrote that book about Braebank...

I didn't kill her.

She wasn't worth doing time for.

Did you sleep with her?

Have a nice day.

Cara's laptop's missing.

It's one... just like that, in fact.

Aye, well, she gave it to me.

You said you barely knew each other, so why would she do that?

So, I'm gonna take this laptop, and you, in for questioning.

Don't you need two police officers to detain a suspect?

Some of that law stuff stuck then.

Mm.

I'll come in.

No need for the heavy mob.

(birds chirping, dog barking) We know you picked up Cara Gibson shortly after 2215 to go to the university.

(pages turning) Well, I'm a cabbie, ain't I?

There's no record of her arriving there, so as it stands, you're the last person to see her alive.

(scoffs) And the last person is always the one that did it.

She asked me to stop the cab, said she felt sick.

Wasn't having her spewing her guts over the seats, so I kicked her out.

What she did after that, I don't know.

Or care.

Nice.

Mm.

Vulnerable woman roaming the streets.

So where did you kick her out?

I can't remember.

Had another fare, airport.

Oh, so if it was that simple, why did you run?

'Cause when I seen that she'd died, I knew that someone would be pointing the finger at me.

And I was bang on.

When you picked her up, she was wearing this coat.

Now it's missing.

I've already got a jacket.

Which is a wee bit scuffed 'cause I got hit by a car.

What you gonna do about that?

We've got you for 12 hours, Lachie, we can do what we like.

Including having a wee dig into your past.

So, how about you have another shot remembering where you dropped Cara off.

Okay.

Starting to come back to me now.

Hm.

How about that.

Mm.

It was a pub.

River View Inn, near the Kingley Bridge.

Did she go in?

Aye.

But it's a decent place, they don't serve drunks.

(phone ringing in distance) MICHAEL: The cabbie says that Cara left her coat in the taxi.

He tossed it the next day on the way to work.

Phone was in the pocket.

Oh, well, that explains why we couldn't find it.

He says he dropped her off at around 2230 and picked up the next fare a few minutes after.

MICHAEL: We're getting the car's GPS information, checking the dashcam.

Mm-hmm.

And you'll go to the pub, right?

Well, if someone's got to do it.

The bloke Maggie was with confirms she never left the flat.

(sucks in breath) So we've got nothing.

We've got Cara's laptop.

Graham Kennedy had it stashed in his van.

Oh.

Oh, you... you went to see him alone?

Yeah, he's in an interview room.

I really think he's our guy, and once we go through Cara's files... Yeah, because we've got this.

(sighs) He was going in to the uni gym at 2230.

So not enough time to get to the bridge and kill Cara.

For... ANNIKA: But he still had her laptop.

If tech work on it overnight, we might get something off it.

Do you wanna come to an exhibition on bridges, cheer you up?

I'll push on with this laptop.

ANNIKA: Do you wanna come?

MICHAEL: No, I don't.

ANNIKA: Well, why you following me?

MICHAEL: 'Cause there's only one way out of the room.

You were head-hunted, Tyrone.

I hear there are grown men in Border Command who are still inconsolable that you left.

(sighs) You don't need to keep proving yourself.

Just trying to be a good cop.

(chuckle) You don't wanna just be a good cop.

You wanna leap tall buildings and solve crimes with your X-ray vision.

I've gotta represent.

When do you get to ease off?

When I retire.

Or when I get the X-ray vision thing.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (boat motor rumbling) (rumbling stops) Jake!

But... (stammering): What... how... what about that?

Mo... Morgan, hey, it's Jake!

(quietly): Why are you shouting?

(quietly): I don't know.

Help me.

JAKE: Hi.

Hi again, Morgan.

Have you got a secret way of looking at the clock?

Ha.

I don't think so.

(phone chimes) Wait, what-- where you going?

Blair's here.

But we haven't gone round the exhibition yet.

Pick me up some leaflets.

In years to come, you'll reminisce about this beautiful evening we shared as mother and daughter!

Well, we could still go in.

But you've just been in.

Uh, well, yeah, but... now there's a, there's another exhibit, "The Life Cycle of Freshwater Fish."

Freshwater what?

Fish.

Which I didn't get to see.

Well, it sounds fascinating.

Well, I don't know enough about them.

Me neither.

♪ ♪ (birds squawking) (dogs barking) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) BLAIR: We've released the cabbie.

ANNIKA (on phone): Oh, okay.

Dashcam proves he dropped Cara off at the pub.

Uniform also found her coat where he said he threw it.

ANNIKA: And what are you doing?

I'm on tech support for this laptop that Tyrone found.

ANNIKA: Mm-hmm.

And is my daughter behaving?

Morgan's... Fine.

Can I hear whale music?

(phone beeps, call ends) MORGAN: Right, so let's watch that.

Right, I've got work.

I'll see you guys in the morning.

And I can see your wee bottles.

But just those, okay?

(bottles clinking) It's a real downside having detectives in the family.

(laptop clicking shut) That's the truest thing anyone's ever said to me.

(chuckles) (door opens) So you stood your mum up tonight?

She'll be okay.

(door closes) My old therapist is the stand-in, so they can talk through any issue about it with him.

You saw a therapist?

You're so deep.

I love that.

You've not seen one yourself?

Nah.

I'm really happy, and shallow.

I'd love to be that.

Stick around.

It'll rub off.

MORGAN (laughing): Well, I might just do that.

♪ ♪ Well, I'm, like... well and truly informed.

Me too.

Some great stuff about the fishes' digestive system.

(laughing): Yeah.

Do you wanna grab a coffee, for the drive home?

Um, actually, I, I came in that.

Oh, of course, the famous Mimir.

Norse god who had his head chopped off.

Well, yeah, but... before that, he did lots of good stuff.

Drank a lot of mead.

You sail?

Uh, well, I used to, but there was this time I was on the sea with my dad, and the wind got up, the waves got big, we got disorientated, my dad starts to panic, and I'm just a kid, I'd never seen him like this.

And it took all our effort just to get the pedalo back to the beach.

Oh, you sod.

(laughs) Yeah, they still talk about that in Corfu.

(both laugh) Well, that's me.

Beautiful.

Mm.

Sturdy.

Solid.

Holds her own in a storm.

And in terms of, uh, knots per hour... Annika.

Mm-hmm?

My place or yours?

Oh, wow, that's... Mm...

Fish gag?

Oh, plaice!

(laughs) Oh, sorry.

Ha!

Yeah, sorry.

Oh, that is excellent.

Oh, well, in that case... ♪ ♪ I mean, give me a pun and I'm anyone's.

(birds squawking) (belt clinking) Hi.

So, was I wearing a stab vest last night?

For a bit.

We should've left half an hour ago.

Uh... Perhaps we could eat something on the way?

(bottles clanking) Yeah, we'll pick something up.

And, really quickly, and, like, you can say yes or no to this...

Yes.

So, to be clear, I was asking if...

Yes.

Great.

It's... 'Cause it's really hard to get the dry cleaning picked up.

♪ ♪ (sirens blaring) You going to school?

I'd better.

Aren't you?

I guess.

I'll try and do my homework on the bus.

Try doing it on a boat.

Yeah?

But then you get to say a shark at your homework.

(chuckles) My sister bringing you over is the best thing she's ever done for me.

You're so sweet.

I mean, last time she did take me to a nuclear bunker, so competition isn't that high.

I'll message you.

You better.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Have you been up all night?

Have you?

No.

So, moving on.

Well, I went to the River View Inn.

The owner doesn't have CCTV, so there's nothing on Cara.

But the place was rammed that night and the barman let her in to use the phone.

The records are on their way.

Mm-hmm.

TYRONE: We recovered some data from Cara's laptop, and we found a partial manuscript.

Me and Blair took shifts going through it.

Turns out it's more of a memoir.

BLAIR: A lot of stuff about her problems with addiction.

Bit of self-pity and admitted to all the crappy things she's done, but the biggest crappy thing is her books.

And she admits to "Workshy" being a con.

She said she'd picked up on a national mood, so she'd twisted words and stories so that Braebank fit the stereotype.

Where did she get her stories in the first place, though?

A lot of it from Maggie.

TYRONE: Who she paid.

BLAIR: Cara might've been writing a "poor me" memoir to get her career on track, but she's got no qualms about throwing Maggie under the bus along the way.

(phone ringing in background) ANNIKA: Okay, let's pay her a visit.

I've not got time to talk to yous today.

We've got a protest march about the demolition.

ANNIKA: Oh.

You still fighting for the community?

Too right.

If we don't look after each other, who will?

But you helped Cara trash it.

She done that all on her own.

But she used stories that you gave her.

I thought she was my friend.

You don't pay friends for stories.

It wasn't about the money.

She seemed interested in us.

I didn't expect that she'd make us all look like scum.

And then she informs you that she's putting you in her new book, but if it got out, your standing in the community would be...

I didn't kill her.

(stammering): I, I spoke to...

I spoke to her once a week ago, told her I'd get battered if that new book came... (phone ringing) I mean, how is that making amends?

Michael?

A man with a lot to lose?

We're on our way.

♪ ♪ (dogs barking) A bridge is just this beautiful idea, isn't it?

And they're often beautiful in themselves, but they're so hard to build.

You need loads of experts, and getting the keystone in the middle right is a delicate and difficult moment.

But the main problem with them is that quite a lot of the time when you say you're building a bridge... (distant siren blares) ...you're actually burning it to the ground.

I've got the location.

TYRONE: Why are we going here, exactly?

ANNIKA: To visit someone who calls himself a bridge builder.

FRASER: It doesn't look promising now, but within five years, you'll be looking at a new engineering department, arts hub, and social space with accommodation and retail.

Now our vision, which I will shape as vice chancellor, is of a connected campus.

ANNIKA: Dr. Clanahan.

Detectives.

Can we have a word?

Of course.

If you make an appointment, I can give you all the time you need.

Oh no, that's fine, we'll just shout out our questions from here.

One of our colleagues sadly passed away; we're doing our best to find out what happened.

Are you opening a clown university?

(unsure chuckle) What do you want?

Cara was doing a big exposé about the first book you wrote together.

She was an alcoholic.

She never remembered anything.

Well, seems pretty lucid from what I've read.

The place we wrote about in the book exists.

But not at Braebank.

And Cara was gonna talk about it.

Really loudly, and, and really publicly, and really damagingly, and it's your book, too.

TYRONE: And you could lose your big lecture theater, your title, and whatever the hell this is, so, how about you tell us your whereabouts.

I was busy at the event till 11:00.

You received a call from the River View Inn at 2228, the pub near the bridge.

Check my phone, it'll prove I never left the conference center.

Your phone never left the conference center.

ANNIKA: Oh, that'll be the conference center with all those red carpets.

Mm.

Brand new.

Fibers on your shoes, fibers on your coat... ♪ ♪ Really?

I've got it.

♪ ♪ This is D.I.

Strandhed, all units to the funfair on Bishop Street, please.

♪ ♪ (grunting) (both struggling) (groaning) (clanging) (both struggling) (groaning, metal clanging) (loud banging) (exclaiming) (grunting) (banging) (thuds) (panting) (metal clattering) ANNIKA: Hey.

(panting) You okay?

(distant sirens) (panting) Did he have to fight that hard?

Well, yeah, I mean, if you think you're gonna lose everything, you fight.

I'd fight.

I'd fight you.

Less punchy, more bitey maybe... MICHAEL: It's mainly just sugar, though, isn't it?

I think it's exclusively sugar.

But it was invented by a dentist, though, so, you know, if it's all right with him.

BLAIR: And this is for...

It, um, it's a thank you.

You don't have to thank us.

I don't have to, no, but it's an homage to the arrest site.

Okay, I'll take one, thanks.

I mean we could try and arrange to arrest people at other places, though, right?

If this is gonna be a thing?

Like the pub.

Or the zoo.

We could all get penguins.

(phone ringing) I haven't thought this through.

♪ ♪ (groans) You want some?

Isn't it pure sugar?

Yeah.

How was your night?

How was yours?

Fine.

Mine too.

I learned a lot about dorsal fins.

See I missed out.

Shall we talk about your bridge?

Yep.

So Thomas Telford traveled the world, and his bridges and his roads and canals are everywhere.

But he always came home.

♪ ♪ No, he didn't.

No, he didn't, not really.

But he should've done.

'Cause it's very important to keep contact with your mother.

And stay... open and talking.

(phones chiming) ♪ ♪ I'm just gonna... Yep, me too.

♪ ♪ (woman vocalizing) (click) BLAIR: His body was spotted floating in the river.

You might want to think about what's helping your friend and what isn't.

Is my mum your girlfriend?

I'd like her to be.

Don't make things worse for yourself.

(gun firing, officers shouting) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (woman vocalizing) ANNOUNCER: Go to our website, listen to our podcast, watch video, and more.

"Masterpiece" is available with PBS Passport and on Amazon Prime Video.

♪ ♪ (woman vocalizing) Call me Annika.

ARABELLA PAGE CROFT: Annika, in the radio show, talks to us directly, and we always wanted to keep that for the TV series.

What we're aiming for here is a crime drama where the viewer is sort of brought into the fold in the same sort of way as almost all the other members of the homicide team.

You know, you're part of the action.

You're drawn into it.

NICOLA WALKER: Our brilliant writer, Nick, came up with a really good way of holding on to this very intimate relationship you had with Annika on the radio that she's, you know, she's in... she's in your ear.

And on television, he's using breaking the fourth wall to maintain that intimacy.

That job is mine, Annika.

Ah.

You feel that you really know her and she feels, when she's speaking to you, you're a friend and a confidante.

So let's see how this plays out.

Because we certainly found something nasty in this one.

NICK WALKER: In all good crime movies, there's a kind of relationship that you have with your, you know, with your partner, in the... in the police unit or whatever it is.

And we thought, what if the audience was Annika's police buddy, what would... what if the sort of... the thing she talked about were to us rather than to somebody else.

And we felt that that was just the really sort of new innovation, that we were kind of let in on the case.

So distinct from perhaps other crime shows, we're sort of involved in the action in a much sort of more direct way, because she shares information with us that she doesn't share with anyone else on the team.

Some tension is clearly important.

Just not too much.

She's a highly emotionally intelligent woman and an emotionally intelligent boss.

And I think, you know, the breaking the fourth wall just helps you get inside her head.

I was sent on a leadership course before taking this job.

I went on a mini-break to Madrid instead.

I regret that now.

It's really useful in this show, and it serves a very particular purpose.

And we talked a lot at the beginning about who Annika's talking to, and why she's talking to them, and I think we've settled eventually on the feeling that you're with me throughout the case.

I need you.

(laughs) You know, I need, I need to talk...

I'm not just talking for the sake of it, I need you, I need you to listen to me, and I...

I bounce ideas off you, and I know you're there all the time.

It's, it's just...

I, I talk to you when I've got something to say.

Okay.

It's quite weird for actors, obviously, because it's the one thing we're not supposed to do.

Um, but... uh, it's, it's proving to be, um, surprisingly comfortable.

JAMIE SIVES: I've watched her do these pieces to camera, and they're really, really difficult, and, you know, to be... just, just involved in the scene and trying to work out the circumstances of the scene, in the thought process of your character and where he or she might be in a certain time and place, and then for her to jump out of that and just talk down the barrel of the camera, is... is very, very difficult, but she seems to be doing it brilliantly.

Get him to the morgue.

I'll see you tomorrow.

NICOLA WALKER: Sometimes there are things that Annika's not ready to tell you, um... and she, she waits until she gets to a place where she's, she's comfortable enough to tell you, but she knows that you're waiting to hear it.

So it's, it's a real relationship for me.

It's like another-- it's another character, and I think that makes it a lot easier to do.

♪ ♪ (dogs barking) A bridge is just this beautiful idea, isn't it?

And they're often beautiful in themselves, but they're so hard to build.

You need loads of experts, and getting the keystone in the middle right is a delicate and difficult moment.

But the main problem with them is that quite a lot of the time when you say you're building a bridge... (distant siren blares) ...you're actually burning it to the ground.

It's as if Annika is talking directly to you and you're going through the case together.

I don't...

I haven't seen that before.

It feels very unusual to me, but it doesn't feel gimmicky.

It feels just... it's her, it's very true to her personality.

It comes very naturally to her to swing 'round and speak directly to you.

♪ ♪