Annika

This arrived. Can I open it? Not till your birthday.

Are you pining for Jake? What? No.

This is my face for profound thought.

Often results in poetry, actually.

Here's hoping. Mm.

Plus, a case came in last night.

If I split up with Erin I'd definitely be pining. It's an old

Norse word meaning suffering, torment and agonising pain.

And I'm sure it's that kind of sparkly chat that keeps it fresh.

Get in the car, I'll give you a lift.

There was a detective called Annika

Whose daughter was always ahead of her

She called her a word, the origin heard

From the Encyclopaedia Britannica.

See? I was thinking of poetry.

Bringing Murder To The Land by Anton Newcombe & Dot Allison

In Twelfth Night, Viola sails into a storm so violent

that her brother, who's clinging to a mast, is swept out to sea.

Viola herself washes up alive on the shore,

but she has to ask one of her fellow survivors,

"What country, friend, is this?"

In our case it's Scotland, on the Glasgow Docks.

And this Viola was dead long before she could even ask the question.

Thank you.

Discovered by the captain of a tug boat.

He stopped it drifting further.

So we just have a name, right? Viola McCaskill.

Yeah. And this is who she's got as her next of kin.

Oh, no.

Is this is where you tell me to make friends with Jesus?

No. Can I come in for a minute?

You do this kind of thing every morning?

Aye. I keep it simple in the week.

I need to talk to you about the victim last night.

Hang on a sec.

Mum says stop fiddling with the taps. She's in the shower.

Hi. Bye. Hi. Bye.

She's the youngest one. I forget her name.

Viola McCaskill was pulled out of the water at the docks.

Oh, no.

What happened to her? Had a big cut on her head.

She's got your brother down as next of kin.

He'll be ripped up.

I'm really sorry.

She was so perfect for him, kept him level.

That's her on the board there with Adie.

Can I go over there with you?

I'll just be there as a brother.

OK.

Be a good one, though.

Erm... Right, I'll get my...

Why didn't you tell me you'd broken up?

Ah, you'd have taken me hiking or something.

Did she give a reason?

Ah, she decided that it'd run its course.

Had she started seeing someone else? I dunno. Jeez, Mike, kick a man.

You know I have to ask this.

I was here last night, I was asleep on the sofa.

You didn't leave the house at all? The pub's just up the road.

I don't go every night. Mm.

You used to be the last one standing.

Yeah, till a fight broke out.

Wait, that was me back in the day, I-I'm no' that guy now.

No-one's saying you are. Well, what was that, then?

Well, it's what gets brought up when a woman is murdered.

Can I have a word, Michael?

So you'll need to step off the case.

You know him as well, why don't you step off the case?

See? You're already letting it get in the way.

Letting what get in the way?

He couldn't have put a cut in her like that.

OK, he's an ex-partner, his alibi's weak,

and we'll need to look at him, and I don't want you anywhere near that.

Or me, while I'm doing it.

I can tell when you're lying

and there's no way you were on that sofa last night.

Viola McCaskill. 42 years old. The cut to her head killed her,

caused by a large blade, either a hatchet or a cleaver.

She was in the water for about two hours

so she'd have been killed at around 8:00pm. Possibly earlier.

SOCO can't find any evidence she was killed at the water's edge

so they're searching the wider area.

What else do we know about her? Born and bred in Glasgow.

She's got a sister overseas. She was a nurse until about two years ago

when she started up her own business.

It's a wee upcycling vintage shop. After she split with Adie,

she moved in to the flat above.

And we've got a report of a domestic disturbance about three weeks ago,

a neighbour heard Adie trying to get in to the flat.

No action was taken, just words, but not very nice ones.

He didn't mention that.

He works at the docks, he'd know all the blind spots.

And he's got a PC for assault.

Michael must be tearing his hair out.

I've asked him to step down for a day or so.

He can still work cases but don't get him involved with this one.

Let's just follow the evidence.

So, docks for you, I'll see if SOCO are any further

with finding the crime scene and we'll take Viola's shop.

It's on St Jude's Street, patron saint of lost causes.

Well, she did hook up with Adie.

The theory is the body was brought here in a car. Body in a boot?

Looks that way. Tore a bit of her dress as she was taken out.

No sign of her shoe.

Got a wheel locking nut as well.

From a VW or a Vauxhall.

You've got locking nut patterns in your head? Doesn't everybody?

Got to go. Michael's calling.

Yeah. Hey, careful with that.

I know.

Michael?

Adie's offered up an alibi. Can I pass it on to you?

That was quick. I just rang you.

Really? Annoying little break-in.

Not sure we need detectives. Hardly anything missing.

How did they get in?

Forced the door at the side.

I think a medal might've gone.

Viola could tell you. I'm just part-time.

I've called her twice. What's your name? Kate.

Got to say, this is the most excitement I've had in this shop.

Viola's dead, Kate.

Oh, my God, like... killed?

Did you see her yesterday?

God, I hope it wasn't her ex.

Why do you say that?

Only time she got me to lock the door was when he turned up.

Some people don't know when it's over, do they?

No. No, they... They don't. Might have the scene.

It's outside the back door.

Could you dig out a bit more information on that medal?

Yeah. Sure. Erm...

Splashes of blood.

Maybe she disturbed the burglar.

8:00pm's kind of early for a break-in.

Yeah, but it's pretty quiet here, though. Mm.

And not much blood for a machete attack.

Unless he got her away quickly.

I'll get SOCO out. Just try and get her laptop, too.

Sorry, could you keep back?

Erm, the medal was a Military Cross, Second World War.

Viola bought it in a house clearance but owner wasn't happy about it.

Mm-hm. Have you got a name there?

Erm, Gurpreet Mattu.

Excuse me.

Yeah. Through there. Gurpreet Mattu?

Stop! Police!

Why do they run?

He's heading for the car park.

Lift.

That way, you go that way.

Hey, OK, OK. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take it easy.

I'm not giving up the medal, so I need you to leave.

Like... drive away and I'll get down.

That's how we're doing this.

Well, that's excellent.

Oh, so high. Oh.

Yeah.

I'm listening.

Go ahead.

It was my grandad's medal.

He went into a home and it got caught up in a house clearance.

That woman said she'd paid for it

and would only hand it over if I bought it off her.

So I took it.

Call it theft if you want. But I don't see it like that.

Uh...

OK, that woman...

..was murdered the night you broke in.

Yeah, well, I don't...

Hey, I don't know anything about that.

There was blood at the scene. Yeah.

Well, it's mine. I cut my hand smashing the glass.

And you've also got a lot of cleavers in your kitchen.

I went over at midnight. I was in and out. I didn't see her.

I didn't hurt anyone.

So, uh...

why don't, er...

Let's get down.

Both of us, yeah, to, to, um...

..to sea level and, erm, we... you know, we can just talk about it.

Nah.

Nah.

What was it for?

The medal.

He went back for an officer.

Carried him off the field even though he never knew if the body on his back was alive or not.

Ah.

Explosions everywhere.

Kept him sheltered till help arrived.

That's very brave.

You don't want a tourist buying that. Hm?

OK.

I'm coming voluntarily. Oh...

I'm not having anyone accuse me of murder.

Mm-hm. Mm.

Come on, mate.

Ah... just give me a sec.

I'll take you back with us.

Yeah.