This programme contains some violent scenes.
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...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.
Cos sometimes all you do is let the enemy across.
SIREN WAILS
Cara Gibson, 38,
lived on the Barstock Road, Hillhead.
Where's her coat? It's freezing.
Could've come off during a struggle.
SOCO's 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.
Clarko! Ash.
Nice suit.
Och, you know, I've heard that you'd retired.
Promoted actually. DS. Marine Homicide.
The divers found this near the, eh, the victim.
It's a different pace for you, eh?
Thanks for the extra prints on this. Good to see you, Ash.
Cara Gibson. Feel like I know that name.
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 vine
# Into the darkness
# For we're shadows
# Placed inside
# And this light
# Will shine
# Unbroken
# Tonight
# Shine
# This light. #
I'm not criticising, but you share a hobby with naval prisoners of war.
It's not a hobby. Hold this.
What is it?
A wrought iron truss.
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 had, 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.
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, modelling.
I read Workshy back in the day. Well, the first few pages.
It's a fun read if you hate the poor.
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?
Well, she just stopped writing. Guess she made some enemies. Hm.
Well, she definitely made one. Have we found her mobile?
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 one of the stars featured in Sour Note, the band expose one.
Fix Me Up. They were terrible,
and I know cos 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.
So there's a possibility that
Cara was trying to make contact with this singer.
Why, though, if she ruined her career?
PHONE RINGS
Family call. Can I? Sure.
Hi. OK, 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.
Do you think Morgan could study in Glasgow?
I mean, it's on the doorstep. She's already got the accent.
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? ID?
Oh. Not allowed to smile in these, then?
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, though.
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.
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?
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 her laptop and she must have one.
Is that everything then?
One, two. One, two. One, two. One, two.
# I will be with you
# While the chief puts sunshine on Leith
# I'll thank him for his work
# and your birth and my birth
# Yeah, yeah, yeah. #
Evelyn Bailie?
Oh, now I miss my grandad. 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 going to post a tribute on TikTok.
Well, that's pretty generous.
Given what she did to you.
Look, I was going to 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.
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 and 11pm?
Working men's club.
Darnley.
Tough gig. Play there, you can play anywhere.
There is one thing.
I mean, it 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 going to 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.
# 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,
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 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.
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, the 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.
You and Cara took out a restraining order against her.
TEXT ALERT
She must've crossed the line.
A bit of 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 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 and 11pm?
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.
It's not bad for a boy who grew up in a house with no books.
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 going to grab a coffee, do you want one?
Yeah. Thanks.
Hey, brother, thought I'd find you here.
Ach, did I forget a wedding?
You forget all of them. 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.
HE LAUGHS
What a kick in the balls.
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, eh?
Cheers, Adie. I appreciate it.
Stop, I'm welling up.
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.
OK, fine.
What do you want to do?
I want you to call Jake and see if he can recommend someone else.
OK. Sure.
I mean, I'll have to look up his number, though,
cos I deleted it.
Course you did.
I'll get the plates.
Oh, look, there it is.
Well, that's...
Wow... Yeah, that's a surprise.
I'll, erm, well, it's here and Morgan asked, then I'll...
Is, eh, 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.
Erm, 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.
OK, so forensics came back.
The hair and blood found at the scene matches Cara's.
Red fibres were also recovered, most likely from a carpet.
And we've got the results from the postmortem.
Her blood alcohol levels were sky-high, 0.15%,
so she would've been visibly drunk, throwing up.
What made her fall off the wagon?
From her 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?
Maggie Fisher.
Currently fitted with an ankle tag for a serious assault and breach.
And the signal was lost just before 10pm the night of the murder.
Yeah, I mean, we should've said that right at the top.
Yeah, I mean, like before the, erm, thing about
your sister staying over.
Which happens in a chat on the way out. Exactly.
Yeah. I mean, it's fine, though, cos we got it all covered. It's...
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.
Well, Maggie's ankle tag is loud and clear today.
Be a cold day in hell before I cry over that two-faced cow.
We found a copy of Workshy open on Cara's desk
and she'd circled your name.
Any ideas why? 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.
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, don'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?
Cos I'm rethinking that casino gig I was giving you.
So your ankle tag's working again.
It's just it 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 wae 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? Hm? Oh, Graham.
Clever laddie. He went to uni.
He's probably a lawyer by now.
Yeah. He's not.
It's going to be OK.
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.
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 ten,
pick-up was from her apartment to the university.
She must've been going to her office.
Bit late to be working?
That's how it is. She'd never get everything done otherwise.
How was she? Drunk.
Slurring. 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?
Looking for Lachie Nevin.
Aye, that's him. Lachie!
Stop! Police!
Stop!
SIREN WAILS
Police! I said stop!
LACHIE GROANS
Important to look both ways, Lachie.
Argh!
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
fibres to the lab.
PHONE BEEPS
Oh, hello.
I've got to just deal with something, I'll be two secs.
Yeah.
Ah, sod it.
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.
OK, 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?
Er, fine, yeah, she's, erm, doing a school project, she's making a...
A bridge. Yeah, but you see 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, very soon, in fact. Well, me too.
I love bridges.
Lots of nice, erm, buttresses.
Exactly. So, have fun, whenever you...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.
Graham Kennedy. You again.
I enjoyed it so much last time.
I'm glad you got something out of it. What do you want?
I need to know your whereabouts
between 22:00 and 23:00 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 going to try and pin a murder on the black guy from Braebank?
Nice. I'm not pinning anything. It's a homicide investigation.
You actually think you're one of them, don't you? Part of the team.
You're not. Everyone's colour-blind 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.
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 going to 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.
We know you picked up Cara Gibson shortly after 22:15
to go to the university.
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.
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?
Cos 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 cos I got hit by a car. What you going to 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.
OK.
Starting to come back to me now.
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.
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, that explains why we couldn't find it.
He says he dropped her off at around 22:30
and picked up the next fare a few minutes after.
We're getting the car's GPS information, checking the dashcam.
Mm-hm. 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.
So we've got nothing. We've got Cara's laptop.
Graham Kennedy had it stashed in his van. Oh...
Oh, 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... Because we've got this.
He was going into the uni gym at 22:30.
So not enough time to get to the bridge and kill Cara. For f...
But he still had her laptop.
If Tech work on it overnight we might get something off it.
Do you want to come to an exhibition on bridges, cheer you up?
I'll push on with this laptop.
Do you want to come? No, I don't. Well, why you following me?
Cos 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.
You don't need to keep proving yourself.
Just trying to be a good cop.
You don't want to just be a good cop.
You want to leap tall buildings
and solve crimes with your X-ray vision.
I've got to represent.
When do you get to ease off?
When I retire.
Or when I get the X-ray vision thing.
Jake!
What about that? Morgan, hey, it's Jake.
Why are you shouting? I don't know. Help me.
All right? Hi, again, Morgan.
Have you got a secret way of looking at the clock? I don't think so.
PHONE BEEPS
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.
Er, well, yeah, but 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.
We've released the cabbie. Oh, OK.
Dashcam proves he dropped Cara off at the pub.
Uniform also found her coat where he said he threw it.
And what are you doing?
I'm on tech support for this laptop that Tyrone found. Mm.
And is my daughter behaving?
Morgan's...fine.
Can I hear whale music?
LINE DISCONNECTS
Right, I've got work. I'll see you guys in the morning.
And I can see your wee bottles.
But just those, OK?
It's a real downside having detectives in the family.
That's the truest thing anyone's ever said to me.
So you stood your mum up tonight? She'll be OK.
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.
Well, I might just do that.
Well, I'm, like, well and truly informed.
Me too. Some great stuff about the fishes' digestive system.
Yeah. Do you want to grab a coffee, for the drive home?
Erm, actually I came in that.
Oh, 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?
Er, 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. Yeah, they still talk about that in Corfu.
THEY CHUCKLE
Well, that's me. Beautiful.
Mm. Sturdy. Solid.
Holds her own in a storm.
And in terms of knots per hour... Annika. Mm-hm?
My place or yours?
Oh, wow, that's... Well...
Fish gag.
Oh, plaice! 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.
Hi.
So, was I wearing a stab vest last night? For a bit.
We should've left half an hour ago.
Er, perhaps we could eat something on the way?
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.
Cos it's really hard to get the dry cleaning picked up.
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 ate your homework.
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 landlord 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-hm. 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. 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.
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. Who she paid.
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.
OK, let's pay her a visit.
I've no' got time to talk to yous today.
We've got a protest march about the demolition. 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!
I-I spoke to... I spoke to her once a week ago, told her I'd get
battered if that new book came... I mean, how is that making amends?! PHONE RINGS
Michael?
A man with a lot to lose? We're on our way.
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,
you're actually burning it to the ground.
I've got the location.
Why are we going here, exactly?
To visit someone who calls himself a bridge builder.
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.
Our vision, which I will shape as Vice Chancellor,
is of a connected campus... 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.
You opening a clown university?
What do you want?
Cara was doing a big expose 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 going to talk about it.
Really loudly and really publicly and really damagingly
and it's your book, too. And you could lose your big lecture theatre,
your title and whatever the hell this is,
so how about you tell us your whereabouts?
I was busy at the event till 11.
You received a call from the River View Inn at 22:28,
the pub near the bridge.
Check my phone, it'll prove I never left the conference centre.
Your phone never left the conference centre.
Oh, that'll be the conference centre with all those red carpets.
Mm. Brand-new.
Fibres on your shoes, fibres on your coat...
Really? I've got it.
This is DI Strandhed.
All units to the funfair on Bishop Street, please.
HE SCREAMS
Hey. You OK?
Did he have to fight that hard? Well, yeah, I mean,
if you think you're going to lose everything, you fight. I'd fight.
I'd fight you.
Less punchy, more bitey, maybe.
It's mainly just sugar, though, isn't it?
I think it's exclusively sugar.
It was invented by a dentist, though, so, you know.
It's all right with him... And this is for...?
Oh, it, erm, it's a thank you. You don't have to thank us.
Oh, I don't have to, no, but it's an homage to the arrest site.
OK, I'll take one, thanks. I mean, we could try and arrange
to arrest people at other places, though, right? If this is going to be a thing. Like the pub.
Or the zoo. We could all get penguins.
I haven't thought this through.
Uh...
You want some?
Isn't it pure sugar? Yup.
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 travelled 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.
Cos it's very important to keep contact with your mother.
And stay...open and talking.
PHONE BEEPS
I'm just going to... Yep, me too.
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