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Oh, Dottie,

it's been far too long.

And Tom Thomas, it's yerself.

Urlukinmurbuetfulthener.

You old charmer!

The party's here noo.

Haud, be quiet.
You'll give the game away.

And this is my husband, Angus.

Sergeant Livingstone,

- this is Vera's sister Jean.
- Nice to meet you.

Mrs Clam--
she'll be here any second.

Hurry. Hurry.

Mrs Clam: Dottie?

Dottie?

Action stations!

Bolt the lights
and hit the door.

Is something afoot?

Mrs Clam is outside.

Hello?

Dottie?

I need to borrow a spare teapot.

I know you're in there.
Answer the door.

No, no, no, no.

Mrs Clam:
I have guests arriving!

What's the matter
with the woman?

Has she gone deaf as well?

She's gone.

Right, then.

Sister Boniface:
Where shall we put this?

How old is the birthday girl?

I've started a sweepstake.

Oh yes,
she's very fond of steak.

Lost my accent a long time ago.

Been up the road
over forty years now.

Oh, this is our son, Callum.

Oh, yes, and you'll be providing
the entertainment, I hear?

Some of it, aye.

The rest of the band
should be here soon.

- More's the pity.
- Oh, musical differences?

Something like that.

But Cal wanted to do it
for his auntie, so...

it's a cross we have to bear.

Shall I bring the equipment in, father?

It's no use to us in the van,
is it?

I do so admire a man who knows
how to use his instrument.

You could have warned me
this place was so English.

Nice to see you both.

Will you be giving us a song
tomorrow night then, doll?

Oh, no.

Here, let me take that, Maggie.

Is he no' letting you?

It's my choice.

Margaret.

Why the good Lord saw fit to
take their mother and not him,

- I will never know.
-Jeanie...

go and see your sister.

Mrs Clam: Yes, yes, I'm coming.
I'm coming!

Jean.

Surprise!

Thank you.

It's been far too long since
I've seen you on your birthday.

I'm not sure I'll have time
for socialising.

I'm fully booked all week.

Ah well,
that's another surprise.

It was my Callum
that booked the rooms--

one for him,
one for me and Angus

and then the other two
are for... friends.

Angus came with you?

Yes, you won't have to
lift a finger.

We've brought stovies
and cranachan for tea.

- Angus made it specially.
- I've already started dinner.

Well, we could put on a spread,
like a buffet?

Shame to waste it.

Buffets are for christenings
and funerals.

I'll fetch your room key.

You've no' had your tea.

She's your friend.

How can you not know
how old she is?

Nerskaladyhrrolerris,
immagenlman!

Woah.
How much that set you back?

Worth every penny.

Did you ask your Da about
playing some of your tunes?

No, Cal, don't--

I was thinking we should try
some of Jimmy's new arrangements

tomorrow.

And I'd like Maggie
to sing for my aunt.

Is that so?

Her voice is beautiful.

People should hear it.

I don't think so.

I have no interest
in my son's pathetic attempts

to pervert perfectly good tunes
in the name of modernity.

And that abomination
has no place on this stage.

This is a traditional
ceilidh band.

If you don't like it,

you can go back
to ploughing fields

with your father.

When are you going toe
stand up tae him?

- To whom does this belong?
- Oh, I'll take that, Vera.

Don't want you having
a wee nosey.

Mrs Clam: Please don't
leave things lying about.

I almost fell over it.

Cheers, Auntie V.
That was braw.

You're very welcome, Callum.

You know, the last time
I was at a party with my sister,

it was a ceilidh.

His 18th birthday.

Vera was there with Cyril.

Oh, we had a grand time,
didn't we?

I don't think I've ever seen
Vera laugh so much.

Not long after that,
the boys went off to war.

I'm just hoping
that the music will remind her

of happier times.

Right, who fancies a swally?

A what? Sorry?

A cheeky wee pint
down the local.

Provided I can get
the first round.

Nice one, big man!

We shall bid you all goodnight.

But it's still early.

Oh, John,
let the weans have some fun.

A goodnight to you.

Don't worry, Ma.
We've got a plan.

I weren't expecting
this tonight.

It's brilliant.
I'm Peggy, by the way.

Maggie.

- I love your outfit.
-Thanks.

I can tell you
where I got it from if you like?

Och, no, it wouldn't suit me.

That was great.
Jimmy, how did you escape?

Where there's a will,
there's a way, eh, Jim?

Hey. Come give us a song.

Och, no.
If my father finds out...

Who's going toe tell him?

♪ Away up in Clachan ♪

♪ Wi' Dougal McClachan ♪

♪ I was as happy
as happy could be ♪

♪ For his daughter Mary
was my little fairy ♪

♪ But Mary
was very contrary with me ♪

♪ Oh, dear,
she's wonderful, beautiful ♪

♪ She's my queen,
my joy and my pride ♪

♪ She's so neat ♪

I forbade you to come here.

Out... now!

You can't
talk to them like that.

Jimmy, man,
tell him where to go!

I've had enough of you.
We'll be leaving in the morning.

You can break the news
to your mother.

Move.

Soon you'll be in the ground,

and they can live
as they choose.

Don't make it worse.

Mmm, this haggis smells amazing.

So this is a creature native
to the Scottish highlands,

- is that right?
- Ooh, ooh, ooh, yes, yes.

Wee fat hairy beasts
that roam the wild heather.

Not easy to catch,
I can tell you.

Really? I-- I thought
this came from a sheep.

Erm...

Happy Birthday!

Making our own breakfasts now,
are we?

Thought I'd give you
the day off.

So, my services
are not required.

I see.

Actually, I--

I think this might be
a little bit too heavy for me.

I'm sorry.

Could I trouble you
for some porridge, Mrs Clam?

No trouble at all.

Porridge would be great.

I'll wrap these up for you,

and you can take them to work.

Thank you.

I guess she doesn't know that
the ceilidh's been cancelled.

Maybe they were able
to work things out with John

after all.

We can do it without yer Da.
Maggie's a better caller anyway.

Nicer to look at and all.

It's a three-tier cake
with all Vera's favourites--

liver and onion meatloaf
on the bottom,

tripe pudding cake in the middle
and gooseberry fool on the top.

Ahh!

There's been a murder.

Sister Boniface: How curious.

Have you found something?

Sister Boniface: A fragment
of wood in the victim's hair.

Could be from the floor when
he was dragged under the table.

Is there a theory
percolating in that wimple?

Well...

...bruising here,
around the jaw,

suggests a blow to the face,

but the fatal injury
is over here--

stab wound to the abdomen.

Death would have been
mercifully swift.

- That the victim's?
- I believe so, yes.

Which I'll examine
back at the lab.

Hm. And a timeframe?

Miss Thimble confirmed
she gave access to the victim

at around half eight
this morning

to collect his equipment.

So he was killed
in the last two hours.

Sister Boniface:
Hmm, what do we have here then?

-Is it more blood?
- Affirmative.

Sister Boniface:
And given its location...

it's possible the blood belongs
to the assailant.

Okay, so, a handful of people
have connections to the victim.

Only three of them were here
when the body was found.

Okay, I'll talk to them.

You head back
to the guest house.

Talk to Jeanie and Angus.

See if our northern neighbours
can shed any light

on what's happened here.

Yes, sir.

We'll need statements
from you all

after Sister Boniface
has taken her blood samples.

And fingerprints, please.

Can we still have
the ceilidh tonight?

- What, you're not serious?
- We just lost our father.

I-- I know. We're stuck here
'til they figure this out.

What else are we going to do?

So did you see John
this morning?

No, thank goodness.

The two of you didn't get on?

I hope you're not implying
that my sister was involved?

She's been here with me
since you left.

It's all right, Vera.

John wasn't so bad
back in the day.

He loved the bones of his wife.

When she died,
he just turned into

a cold and nasty man.

Well, I'll need to get
a statement from your husband.

Is he here?

Lazy lump was in his bed
'til after breakfast.

Right. Where is he now?

Er, he-- he's out
running some errands.

Right, well I'll need
to get a statement

when he gets back.

Mrs Clam...

may I search the rooms, please?

I'll fetch the keys.

There was clearly
no love lost

between Callum and the deceased.

What do we have on Angus?

We're still waiting
for his statement.

Anything on the murder weapon?

Well, initial findings suggest
a single-edged blade.

I'm waiting for confirmation
of the dimensions

so we have a better idea
of what we're looking for.

Oh, has anything come from
the whisky glass

I found in the victim's bedroom?

Oh, yes. Yes.

The, erm--
the granular residue

that I found
at the bottom of the glass

was a form of barbiturates.

I spoke to his doctor
in Scotland.

He had no prescriptions on file.

So he could have been drugged?

Well, I only found two sets
of fingerprints on the glass.

One was the victim's.

And the other?

He liked a dram before bed.

I always fetched it for him.

Did you drug your father with
the intention of killing him?

No!...No.

I just wanted him to sleep,
so that we could go to the pub

and have some fun for once.

He was
a domineering man and...

can't have been easy
to live with.

Since losing my mother,
it was like...

...he needed to control us.

To protect us, I suppose.

What happened to her?

She tripped and fell
down the stairs

when I was wee.

That must have been
quite a shock.

It-- it changed everything.

And I struggled with my nerves.

I-- I still do.
That's why I've got the pills.

He was a difficult man...

but he loved us...
in his own way.

I don't believe
there was malicious intent

- on Maggie's part.
-No, agreed.

She didn't give him enough
to do him any harm.

- Ah! The birthday girl!
- Oh, there you are.

I need to talk to you.

It's about my brother-in-law.

Mrs Clam saw Angus leave

before John was stabbed,

and yet Jeanie had no idea.

I can go door to door,
and see if anyone's seen him.

Ah, you're a natural,
really!

- Love the kilt, sir.
- Very kindly provided by Angus

for the party tonight.

These things
must be done properly.

Oh, don't worry.
I brought some for you and all.

I'm not wearing a skirt.

It's a kilt, Gillespie.

And yes, you are.
You too, Sergeant.

That's an order.

Angus, I need to talk
about your movements

around the time
of John Adams' death.

John?...What, he's dead?

Ah, yes.
It's a terrible business.

Deary, dear.

So, er,
what is it you're looking for?

Sister Boniface: Anything that
could be pertinent to the case.

-Ah.
- Just so we can eliminate you

- from our enquiries.
- Right.

Aye,
I wouldn't worry about that.

That's, er--
No, that's just, er--

- Aye, erm...
- It's an awful lot of whiskey.

Aye, er, I've got a pal
in the distillery,

and he give it me cheap,
you know?

You wouldn't be
trying to sell it

without a licence, would you?

Er...

Did John know about this?

Is that why you followed him
to the church hall?

- To silence him?
- I didn't even know he was deid!

We have a witness that saw you
leave the guest house

- early this morning.
- Aye. All right.

Callum told me what happened
in the pub last night.

John, you cannae
just cancel the ceilidh.

This means so much to Jeanie.

I suppose
I could be persuaded...

- ...if you double the fee.
- Ah come on!

It's already costing a fortune,

and you know
the farm's struggling.

Lucky you found ways to make
a bit of extra cash then.

Huh?

I wonder what Jeanie
would think of your side line.

Or the local constabulary,
come to that.

I'm sure they'd be
very interested.

Pretty strong motives
for murder.

Murder?

Come-- No, I mean, look...

...Vera blames me
for taking Jeanie up to Scotland

so the ceilidh
was all about building bridges.

Killing someone is not exactly

going toe put me
in her good books, is it?

- Is this your son's guitar?
- Aye.

- Sister?
- Well...

...based on the microscopic
structures of the wood...

the straight,
fine-grain pattern...

...well, this is a match
for the fragment of wood

that I found
in the victim's hair.

Right.

Then we need to talk to Callum.

Someone's only after
trying to frame my Angus.

Well, I'm sure if he's innocent,

he'll have nothing
to worry about.

What do you mean
"if" he's innocent?!

Oh sorry, sorry.
I didn't mean to snap.

Especially after you
sticking up for me earlier.

- It was like the good old days.
- Hm.

Angus is a good man.

Why would anyone
make up lies about him?

Oh, it was you.

Well, er, I did see him
leave the house.

Oh, I should have guessed.
You have never liked him!

Oh, what nonsense.

That's why
you've never come to visit.

That's why you haven't seen
your nephew for fifteen years.

I'm your sister,
for goodness sake.

Ha! The sister who left me
down here alone,

looking after Mother!

Hundreds of miles away.

And never a thought
for my poor Cyril.

I grieved for that man.

I wanted to grieve with you.

But it was as if
you resented me for being happy.

You resented Angus
for coming home.

Have you any idea

how much effort he's put
into this party tonight?

What party?
A surprise for your birthday.

We shouldn't have bothered.

Do you know, Vera, I think
you've been alone for so long

you've forgotten
what it means to love.

Oh. Much better.

Vera might be
a crabbit old boot,

but she is not spoiling my fun.

Folk have gone to
a lot of trouble for this.

They deserve a party.

- Oi, hold up. Callum, ain't it?
- Aye.

Any idea how old your Auntie is?

only I'm running
a sweepstake, see?

- Nae idea. Sorry.
- Oh you must know.

- How old's your mum then?
- Erm...

Callum, can we have
a word please?

We saw how angry you were
last night in the pub.

Did you decide to pick up
where you left off?

We had words, aye.

But I didn't kill him.

You can leave that thing
in its case.

I made myself clear yesterday.

You don't get to
control things anymore.

Who do you think you are?

Someone that is sick of the way

that you treat my best friend
and my girl--

You stay away from my daughter.

We love each other,
and one day we'll be married.

You think a farmer's son
can provide a life

for my daughter?

A fool who wastes his money
on things like this?

That's an investment
in our future.

That's how I'll provide
for my wife!

Oh, really?

We'll see about that.

Do you expect us to believe

that after he destroyed
your brand-new guitar,

you didn't retaliate?

Wasn't going to give him
the satisfaction.

I want to spend my life
with Maggie.

That'll be easier now
that John's out of the way.

You think she'd
be my wife if I killed her Da?

Maggie loved him...
in spite of everything.

I couldn't risk losing her.

Sister Boniface:
So I can confirm

that the blood
on the victim's collar

is not his own.

I'm checking the blood groups
of our suspects,

to see if there's a match.

You know, Callum seemingly

has the most to gain
from John's murder.

You think he was fighting
to be with the woman he loves?

Oh, that's so romantic.

In the joining of hands,

your lives are now
bound together.

May this knot remain tied
for as long as love shall last.

We've been discovered.
You must go.

Oh, a knife in your sock.
Jolly handy.

Of course!

- Sgian-dubh.
- Bless you.

- It's missing.
- What is?

Our victim was a stickler
for tradition, but...

his outfit here
does not include a sgian-dubh--

a small single-edged knife,
worn in the sock.

We didn't find
anything like that

when we searched the room.

Hypothesis--

John Adams was stabbed

using his own ceremonial dagger.

Sir... Sir!

Do you still have
that bag of kilts

that Angus gave you?

- It's just down there.
-Ah.

Well, I'm--

I'm glad you've
all come around to the idea.

Not quite.

- It must be in here somewhere.
-Yeah.

- Oh, I've got one.
-I've got two more.

What on earth is this all about?

This bottle contains luminol.

Now the blade
will have been wiped clean,

but if any of these have
even the most microscopic traces

of blood on them,

then it should

produce a chemiluminescent light

- that glows in the dark.
- Oh, I'll get the lights.

Thank you.

Sister Boniface: Oh, crumbs.

Well, none of these
is the murder weapon.

Right. Well,
myself and Peggy

will search
the church hall again

and the surrounding areas.

Sister Boniface: It's a
veritable needle in a haystack.

Sir, do you know if Angus had
any other these daggers on him?

- Well, I imagine he had his own.
- Hmm.

- Erm... is that, erm...?
- Oh.

Right, yes.

Rather handsome piece,
don't you think?

I had first dibs.

Oh.

Bingo.

Fishbums.

The hilt's been
thoroughly wiped.

Any useable fingerprints
has just been eradicated.

So the killer cleaned the dagger

and then put it in the bag
with the others?

The best place
to hide a leaf's in a forest.

Well, it's unlikely
that Angus is our killer,

given that he handed it over
to our Chief Constable.

I guess we're back
to square one.

Perhaps not.

Well she's down,
but she's not out.

Observe...
the ornate markings on the hilt.

The intricate pattern's
been carved into the material.

Wiping the weapon
removed the fingerprints

from the surface, but...

oh, yes. Look at this.

There's something
in the crevices.

Let's have a look.

Some kind of viscous substance,
possibly oil-based.

I'll need to identify what it is
to determine if it's useful.

In the meantime...

As you know,

I've been comparing
the blood groups

of each of our Scottish friends

to the sample found
on the victim's shirt...

...and it appears
we have a match.

You've admitted
to seeing him this morning,

but there's no mention
of an altercation,

so how can you explain
the blood?

Callum told me about his guitar.

So you went back
to have it out with him?

He'd gone too far this time.

You can't go around
destroying people's property!

If you've quite finished your
little display of machismo...

This-- this behaviour,
it's-- it's shameful.

Oh, you're ashamed of me?

- Don't you walk away.
- Get your hands off me.

You're a joke...
a talentless waste of space.

Your mother would be mortified

by the weak,
pathetic man you've become.

She's lucky she never lived
to endure it.

Is that all you've got?

What did I do
to make you hate me so much?!

Why is it so hard for you
to love your own son?!

Because you're not my son!

You're a product
of your mother's sinful desires.

I raised you to cover her shame,

but love another man's child?

No.

For years,
I put up with his... bullying.

At least now I know why.

I'm sorry.
That must have been--

Can I get back
to rehearsals?

All right, but stay local.

We may need
to talk to you again.

I distilled the mystery
substance from the dagger

and isolated
its composite parts--

phenols, polycyclic
aromatic hydrocarbons

and heterocyclic compounds,

suggesting some kind of
coal tar distillate.

There you go.
oh, you look lovely.

Oh, my... You look--

- Absurd.
- Ridiculous.

- Wonderful.
- Mrs Clam's going to love it.

I hope she turns up.

Oh, you don't really think
she'd be stubborn enough

- to miss it, do you?
- You have met Mrs Clam?

Meanwhile, we're dressed
like a dog's dinner

for no good reason.

We really should get going.

Ladies,
your chariot awaits.

Among other things,

coal tar distillate
is used in creosote,

a substance familiar
to both mechanics and farmers.

So Angus and Callum
would be well acquainted?

I'd like to swab their hands
for traces.

What, here?

Well there's no time
like the present.

All right, ladies and gents,

we're going toe kick things off
nice and easy

- with The Gay Gordons.
- I know some gay Gordons.

We know most of you

won't have a clue
what you're doing,

so my sister Maggie here
will talk you through it.

- Nice dress.
- Oh, thanks.

- Peggy gave it to me.
- You look amazing.

Ladies and gentlemen,
if you'd take your partners

for the first dance...

and one, two, three, four and...

Look at this.

I have never seen
such a handsome pair.

Right, big yin,
I'll show you how this is done.

You're next.

And swing your partners,
swing your partners around...

Don't look so scared, Sarge.

How hard can it be?

Again from the top.

Back, two, three, turn.
Forwards, two, three, turn.

And swing your partners,
swing your partners,

swing your partners around.

And one, two, three, four...

Here we go again from the top.

I haven't finished
collecting samples.

And I'm trying
to prevent another murder.

Sister Boniface: What on earth?

Sister Boniface!

Have you tried the punch?
It's marvellous.

I can't take her back like this.

Reverend Mother will have
her cleaning the lavatoriums

for a year.

Take her inside
for coffee and water.

Lots of it.

Our guest of honour has arrived.

Oh... Oh, dear.

I think maybe
I shouldn't have come.

I'm worried I may have
pushed her too far.

Sisters are like... magnets.

Often we repel each other
with such force, but...

...when we're both facing
the right way,

the bond can withstand
almost anything.

All it takes is for one of you
to change direction.

Hm?

Surprise!

Happy birthday, Vera.

I'll go and get us some punch.

Oh no, Hector. Spare me.

I don't like surprises...

...but I can see
that a lot of effort

has gone into all this

so it would be remiss of me
not to express my gratitude.

Who put up that bunting?

The rules are very clear
on the use of drawing pins.

Anyway,

I want to extend
my particular thanks

to my sister Jean
and her family.

Thank you for coming.

It's a long road

and I'm glad
you made the journey.

All of you.

Let's give it up
for the birthday girl.

I owe you both an apology.

I was envious of your happiness.

When Cyril was killed,

I was... overwhelmed
by my grief...

...and I forgot
how much you both cared for him.

You lost him too... I'm sorry.

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy Birthday, dear Vera ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

Sister Boniface:
Just need a couple more,

and then I'll head to the lab.

Can't you stay
and have a bit of fun first?

There's nothing more fun
than forensics, Peggy.

If creosote's used by farmers,

why do you need samples
from the others?

Oh, because, coal tar has
several other applications--

ointment to treat
skin conditions, for instance.

Oh, no.

I thought Maggie covered up
because her dad didn't approve,

but... when she tried
my dress on earlier...

Oh, heavens.

It's psoriasis.

It started after my mother died.

Do you use a topical treatment?

Coal tar ointment.
Every morning.

-Today?
- Yes... Why?

Sister Boniface: When I examined
your father's sgian-dubh,

I found traces of coal tar
in the crevices of the hilt.

I suspect if I swab your hands,

I'll find traces
of the very same substance.

Did you stab your father,
Maggie?

- What happened?
- I...

You heard his argument
with Jimmy.

I just wanted to understand
why...

Why everything changed
after your mother died?

Why didn't you tell us?
We had a right to know.

- Especially Jimmy.
- It doesn't concern you.

The day she died, I remember

she was braiding my hair
before school,

and we were singing.

And you and Jimmy
were playing your instruments

at the kitchen table.

That was the last time
we were all together.

You never spoke to Jimmy
after that day.

And I never understood
until now.

You understand nothing.

I caught her
with her bags packed.

Yours too.

She said she was leaving me...
for Jimmy's father.

- I couldn't allow that.
- But how could you stop her?

And-- and--

Un-- unless you...

Did you push her?

It wasn't an accident.

You took her from us,
didn't you?

Did you kill her?! Answer me!

I had no choice.

- I have to tell the police.
- No. Margaret...

she was going to take you
away from me.

- You're a murderer. You--
- Stop, Margaret!

Ohh.

She deserved better.
We both did.

I know what's coming.

I know that I'll be punished.

But... in the strangest way,

I've-- I've never felt so free.

You ready?
She's going toe sing for Vera.

Is everything all right?

Look, I'm not going to ruin
Mrs Clam's night...

...but after this is over,
you will be arrested

on suspicion of the murder
of John Adams.

What?

♪ Fare thee weel ♪

♪ Thou first and fairest ♪

♪ Fare thee weel ♪

♪ Thou best and dearest ♪

♪ Thine be ilka joy
and treasure ♪

♪ Peace, enjoyment,
love and pleasure ♪

- Ye dancin'?
- Are ye askin'?

- Oh I'm askin'.
- I'm dancin'.

♪ Loved so kindly ♪

♪ Had we never loved
so blindly ♪

♪ Never met or never parted ♪

♪ We'd have ne'er ha'
been broken-hearted ♪

♪ Ae fond kiss ♪

♪ And then we sever ♪

♪ Ae fareweel, alas, forever ♪

♪ Deep in heart-wrung tears ♪

♪ I'll pledged thee ♪

♪ Warring sighs and groans ♪

♪ I'll wage thee ♪

Thanks for letting us see her,
Inspector.

Of course.

How's Maggie holding up?

Admirably.

We're hoping the judge
will show some clemency.

True love stories never end.
Remember that.

I'll wait as long as it takes.

And you'll be coming
to see us in a few weeks.

- No excuses.
- Oh, I'm coming.

I've already booked my ticket.

I just have to arrange
some cover at the post office,

and of course,
I can't leave my lodgers

to fend for themselves.

- Where is Felix?
- I'm here.

Oh... I think I was maybe
a wee bit rough with him

on the dance floor last night.

Aye, you'll always remember
your first ceilidh, eh?

Bit delicate there,
Sister Peter?

I only had one glass of punch.

- You can't just ask her.
- Mrs Clam...

can you confirm,
once and for all,

how old you was yesterday?

There's been a bit
of a sweepstake, you see.

Gambling is the vice
of the weak-minded.

Oh! You were all wrong.

Oh, but Tom was the closest.

Congrats.

-Vera...
- Thank you for coming.

It was so good
to see you enjoying yourself.

Vera, I had a braw time on the
dancefloor with you last night.

Cyril would be proud.

I'm pleased to say
that I was wrong.

You're not alone.

Thanks, Tom.