Dept. Q

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There were 18 cameras to stop automobile break-ins.

They pick her up everywhere, then nothing. She's just gone.

Maybe she didn't want 'em to see her.

But more likely, she fell overboard.

Why do you say this?

Because who plans a murder on a fucking ferry?

Once you've done it, you're stuck.

All right. Let's say it wasn't planned. Let's say it was spontaneous.

Let's say she pissed off

"some ned in the queue for a pint,"

and he chucked her over.

Well?

- Someone would see this. - They would.

And yet here's a crowded boat, and not one person saw, heard anything.

So short of "She was beamed aboard the mothership,"

the most plausible theory is that she ran away from her life,

or, less plausible, fell in by accident, albeit without anybody seeing or hearing.

Unless someone took her.

They could overpower her, stop her from screaming.

Kidnapping off a ferry has the same problems as murder,

as well as posing the question of why go out to sea to kidnap her,

and why would you grab her up and not ransom her?

True. There is no ransom.

And if they wanted to kill her, there are much easier ways.

But what if they made a mistake and killed her by accident?

Four years later, and no body is found. This is very strange, no?

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Oh, this isn't so bad, eh?

It's nice and quiet down here. Relaxing.

Mm, yeah, it's like a bloody health spa.

I'm relieved your computer's working.

- You haven't answered my emails. - They probably went straight into my junk.

Lucky for you, you've got an assistant from the world of IT.

Perhaps he can help you.

Of course, ma'am.

I'm waiting for the report on your first case.

We're looking at about 8,000 options, so how's spring?

The government gave us

a large sum of money to set this department up.

When can we expect that large sum to trickle down?

They'd like to announce it to the press, but can't until you decide on a case.

Must be desperate to look like they're doing something.

At least someone is, Carl.

- It's a process. - Aye, a process.

Does that involve nicking open files and logging, unauthorized...

Come on, Moira, you don't give a shit about cold cases.

- Choose a case or get out the building. - Actually...

- Fuck you! - Uh...

Oh, for God's sake, Carl. Are we 12? Yeah? We're 12.

Detective Morck has just today found a very interesting case.

I am surprised he doesn't mention it.

Detective Morck has found many things that don't make sense.

Yeah, like why you're opening your mouth.

He thinks it could be deliberate, not suicide.

There were no witnesses and no body's ever been found.

I don't think that is what I think.

Merritt Lingard. She was a blunt instrument, that one.

- Uh, not unlike Detective Morck. - Cheers.

There was probably a very long line of people wanting her dead.

Prosecutor goes missing at the top of her game. They'll love it.

At least give it a day or two.

I didn't know we had showers.

Get the fuck out of here, Judas.

- I will go clean the bathroom. - We're in the fucking bathroom.

We focus on the witness, Caroline Kerr.

Have we got eyes on her?

Not really. She's not been out much.

Her mum does the shopping.

Caroline takes her wee man out for a morning walk.

Still, not sure I'd walk my kid around the same area

as I was tagged as a witness for a murder.

Maybe yours.

Thank you for the, uh, as usual, keen insight, Carl,

but now, if you'll leave us.

She knows everyone around there. Even the wrong'uns. Maybe a few.

D.C.I. Morck...

Probably the victim as well. Estates. Everyone knows everyone.

You know this how?

Because, unlike you, I grew up in a place like that.

We're watching. She's not been seen with anyone.

They know you're watching. They're probably watching you watch her.

She'll come through eventually. I could tell she wanted to help.

What's the name of her kid? Hm?

You expect her to risk her life to help you,

and you don't even know the name of her child.

Are you here for a reason, or are you just bored in your basement?

'Cause we're busy.

- Fergus Dunbar. - What about him?

- I wanna talk to him. - Good luck with that.

- Was he transferred? - He's in rehab.

Really? Good for him.

- Some weird fucking church. - When did this happen?

Since he apparently lost whisky and found Jesus.

You were still at home.

Recovering.

Which weird fucking church?

Fungus.

Morck.

Don't worry. Just came by to pick your brain on an old case.

Merritt Lingard. Prosecutor. Went missing off a ferry four years ago.

Yeah. I know who she is.

I'm wondering why you're talking about her now.

Because I'm thinking about reopening the case.

Guys, why don't we all go and grab some lunch, eh?

I made up some egg sandwiches.

They're in fridge.

In the last 10 seconds, I've learned more about you

than in the 8 years you were on the job.

I might not have been the greatest officer. I made mistakes.

But if you've came here to pin some cock-up on me, fuck off.

Now that is not a very Christlike thing to say.

I've taken responsibility for everything I did.

This is about what you didn't do.

I did everything I could to find her. I had divers in the water for weeks.

I had officers from...

eight local authorities all searching the coastline for her.

So you were there from the start?

I interviewed all the passengers that day.

Not just on their ferry. On the other boat in the water that day.

But nobody saw anything, right?

Apart from the brother, but... Well, that's a whole thing.

The brother. Remind me?

- Did you even read the file? - I read the bit where you arrested him.

There was footage of them fighting.

Our thinking was maybe he pushed her over, but there was nothing to back that up.

Not to mention he had some, uh... issues.

Even if he had given her a shove, that fall wasn't enough to kill her.

- Were there other suspects? - Come on. Plenty.

In her line of work, she had more enemies than we did.

Nothing that stuck.

I always thought the brother was the key in all of this.

He was the one and only witness that day.

If anyone knows what happened to her, it was him.

Allahu Akbar .

Allahu Akbar .

The Lingard brother, what's his name?

- I'm praying. - I can see that.

But this... this is a police station, not a mosque. What's his name?

- William Lingard. - Where is he?

He lives at a treatment facility.

Which one?

Uh, it is called, uh...

Egley House.

- Thanks. - I should go with you.

My daughters are always texting me videos of cats.

I don't know why.

I have two daughters, nine and eleven.

Before this, I was home with them, but now my youngest starts school, so...

They have Scottish accents. It's very cute.

- How long have you lived here? - Almost eight years.

- Why Edinburgh? - They needed doctors.

My wife, she was a surgeon in Syria.

And you worked for the police?

Yeah.

It's the next exit.

I don't think we're supposed to park here.

I could've saved you the drive.

We don't allow Mr. Lingard to see visitors.

Even if we did, he wouldn't be much use to you.

I'm aware of his condition, and I can handle it sensitively.

I doubt that.

Last time the police interviewed him, they insisted on prodding him for hours,

despite it being obvious he had nothing.

As in any profession,

not all my colleagues are equal in competence.

Your colleagues traumatized him,

left him even more withdrawn.

And for what?

He had nothing to do with his sister's disappearance, nothing at all.

We're in agreement, but he was the last one to see her alive,

so I'd love to have the conversation.

It wouldn't be much of one.

- William suffers from aphasia. - Which is?

In layman's terms, the part of the brain

responsible for language, expression, and comprehension has been damaged.

He can't communicate?

He was capable of some interaction, though mostly non-verbal, of course.

But in the last few years, he's regressed. He doesn't interact with anyone.

- What's he do all day? - Draws.

- Draws? - Pictures.

- Of what? - Whatever he fancies.

There's no rhyme or reason to his subjects.

- Can I see them? - No, you cannot.

Mm.

There's nothing William can help you with.

Well, he is a grown man,

so he can decide for himself whether he wants to see me.

He may be a grown man, but the decision is not his to make.

Why is that?

One of the many conditions of bringing William here

was that I would become his legal guardian.

Why?

- It was the court's decision. - Mm.

I'm considered a very safe pair of hands.

My institute pays William's expenses, which are considerable.