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Thank you.

Police?

Is it police time?

Who else would it be, boy?

Now, listen.

I want to treat these people with respect, okay?

No wicker man jokes, then.

Robbie, that was really loud. I mean it.

A murder in a wee place like this?

The whole island's gonna be in shock.

I'm mainland, but I look after half a dozen islands, too.

Quiet life, usually.

Where's the body?

About half a mile inland.

Borrowed a couple of four -by -fours from the islanders. They were eager to

help. You secured the crime scene? Left Reverend Campbell there.

Minister?

I don't have much in the way of support for that.

Look, I'm not a mug.

I was eight years in Edinburgh.

No. I'm sure nobody made any offence.

Look, I've seen dead bodies.

Never seen anything like it.

It's fine.

Indentation marks on the stone by both of us.

Some kind of axe, maybe, or a meat cleaver.

Jesus. I don't think he's got anything to do with this.

Well, I can see how it looks.

Standing stones, mutilations.

Yeah, some kind of ritual.

What, just because we're a few miles offshore?

It might only be a few miles, Jackie.

There's a different world up here.

Okay, so his hands have gone, but that could just be to conceal fingerprints.

His mouth's been smashed in, so we can't check dental records.

Yeah, no idea on him either. No mobile phone, nothing.

If the point was to conceal his identity, then why not just ditch the

the sea?

Whoever did this wanted people to know about it.

Sir, the Reverend Campbell here reckons he knows everyone on the island.

And I can tell you he's not from here.

I'd recognise him.

So even this day?

Even then.

I know my people.

Thanks for your help, Reverend.

I know Sergeant Mackay is grateful.

Glad to do it, Chief Inspector.

I wouldn't leave the poor soul out here alone.

Stuart, check with the harbour master in the mainland.

See if anybody's failed out here in the last 24 hours.

Yes, sir.

Not everybody reports in, especially if it's just a short trip.

Turned out to be quite a long one for a friend up there, didn't it?

You're the boss.

Happy to see it.

Who found the body?

Wendy Nugent. She's out walking her dog first thing.

Hello.

Hi. Detective Inspector Ross.

Soy de esta vez, Miss Nugent.

Wendy.

It's okay.

You had a bit of a shock this morning.

I feel fine now.

I try to never be overwhelmed.

Should we go inside?

You didn't see anyone else in the area?

Nobody, except the dead man.

You knew he was dead?

I didn't check for a pulse, but yes.

I came back as quickly as I could and I called Sergeant Mackay.

So why were you at the Stones this morning?

It's beautiful that time of day.

I've only been on the island a couple of hours, but I can think of more

picturesque spots.

I guess I like the Stones.

So you're into all this stuff?

I don't subscribe to a particular belief system.

I pick and choose what's right for me.

And what's right about the stones?

I find them reassuring, peaceful.

Not any more, though, eh?

They were here before me. They'll be here when I'm long gone. One death isn't

going to change that, Inspector.

This was getting to you, Robbie?

Well, I can handle murder.

This is some kind of ritualistic killing.

And you really think that's what we're dealing with here?

Well, it doesn't matter what I think, does it, Jack?

What matters is whether the killer believes in the superstitious, mystical

shite.

The harbour's this way?

Probably. Well, keep up.

Yeah, well, I think I can do better than that.

Excuse me, Jack.

Hey, you pair on the boat.

Sam, is that?

Sam, Kim.

Hi, officer.

That's DC3T, help me out a bit.

I'm DCI, Bert.

I know you guys have a living to earn, but I'm used to putting the island for

the time being.

Well, I still... Are you questioning my jurisdiction?

Just think of all your posh restaurants going without their lobster if I don't

empty my pot.

Oh, I'm sure they'll manage somehow.

Come on, son. At the boat.

We don't know anything about the murder.

You heard about it, though? Of course.

These two live at Wendy Nugent's place.

So you'd have been the first to know, then?

Pretty much.

So how long are you going to keep us on shore here?

Just as long as it takes to question everybody thoroughly.

My officers will be in touch.

Huh.

Something to look forward to, eh?

Come on, boy.

Oh, good afternoon, officer.

Is it that obvious?

You don't look like the usual visitors we get here.

I'm Shona, by the way. This is my place.

Oh, D .S. Reid.

So tell me, who are your usual visitors?

Fishermen, bird watchers, campers, people.

Well, they come for the stones.

A lot of people?

Enough for me to keep a vegetarian option on my menu.

I'd love them.

They get something out of a bunch of old rocks, but... Oh, God, what do you

think? Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm really not able to discuss the investigation.

No, of course not, sorry.

Oh, business might be a bit slow today.

My boss is trying to keep the island sealed off.

Okay.

Thanks for that.

The harbour master says that no one's set off to or from the island in the

24 hours.

As far as he's aware.

It's not exactly an enforced rule.

Yeah, but I don't suppose the odd visitors are standing stone fans when

bother about procedure, are they?

Nah, Robbie. He found us.

What kept you?

I just wanted to get a head for the whole island.

Well, you'll have plenty of time for that because you're staying here.

You too, Jackie.

Shoot at me, I'll get the body back to the mainland.

Is there somewhere we can put these two up?

I've crashed at the pub a few times when the weather's turned.

I'll give her a call.

Oh, yeah, Shona. I met her. She seems nice.

Okay, we'll fire back any information we pick up in Glasgow.

In the meantime, keep talking to the islanders.

We got any luck with that?

I'm sure you'll win them over, Robbie.

Oh, that natural charm.

See you later on.

Chief Inspector.

I wanted to say a few words.

I've got objections, Reverend.

Could you maybe ask for a calm crossing?

Of course.

Okay, that is ready.

I'm sorry you saw our home under such dreadful circumstances.

Lord, accept your son as he passes from this life into the next.

May he find the peace there he was denied in life, and may his soul enjoy

eternal rest.

I never want to go on a boat again.

Well, at least we got him back in one piece.

What a life.

Well, I hope he's not feeling neglected.

There's an old bugger that's appeared to now.

Carnity.

Golf, I think.

We all have our addictions, I suppose.

I mean, I cannot live without these things.

Keep the blood sugar up, but they're the same as a proper lunch.

Still, they're tasty.

It's better than a packet of crisps.

Would you like one?

I'll take a few seriously, save me from myself.

I'm sorry, who are you?

I'm Alice.

I'm just filling in holiday cover.

Did you not get the email?

I don't always have time to check every email.

Busy man, got you.

Our friend here, preliminary findings.

Do you want me to talk you through it?

Headlines should do it. We can just refer back to this.

Well, headline number one, severe blunt force cranial trauma.

Cause of death?

Basically, yes, but headline number two, it wasn't quick.

Blood loss indicates he was still alive when the mutilation took place.

Heart was pumping when they took his hands.

Was he conscious?

I mean, is there a chance the mutilations were torture?

I'd say not. He was probably unconscious due to the head injuries and certainly

from shock when the first hand went.

Anything else?

Headline number three. From our sports desk.

He's a local boy.

Partick Thistle Football Club.

And no disrespect, but I don't think they've got a huge fan base outside of

Glasgow. Or inside.

All right.

Call me when you talk to the College of Results.

Oh,

thank you, Sharon.

Thanks, that's lovely.

Oh, you're lucky. Not high season yet.

I have people pop in for a few hours and most prefer camping anyway.

Stuart. I need a room too.

I'll give you that one.

Arctic Thistle.

God, my fingers and thumbs. Hey, hey.

What a terrible, terrible thing. I know.

I'm glad you're staying.

I wouldn't be anywhere else.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

Anything?

It's looking more and more like he was from the mainland.

All right, gents.

I thought the charm offensive seems to be working.

Nice day.

Yeah, it's not bad.

Are you hoping I could use a drink?

Aye, aye, I think so.

You heard?

There's been a dead body found.

Rumour has it.

What happened?

I'm sure the lock was open.

Brilliant. Although you're probably a bit more clued up, Inspector Ross.

If you wanted to share any unique insights.

Ah, I see you're taking a professional interest in this. Guilty.

Gavin Keane.

Proud member of Her Majesty's gutter press.

And don't worry, I won't be getting in your way. No, I'm waiting to turn this

into something substantial, you know, a feature.

Well, good luck.

Just hope we haven't taken all the room. Oh, I brought a tent.

Be prepared, see?

I'm an ex -boy scout.

You, uh, you got to hear quick.

You've got underpaid colleagues, Inspector.

There was no problem getting across.

So much for Ireland being sealed off.

Find any rituals to match our murder.

It's hard to know what's fact and what's folklore.

But there's stories of human sacrifice going back centuries.

Anything specific?

Blood loss could be significant.

Letting it soak into the earth was seen as an act of purification.

Nothing involving hands or facial disfigurement? There's dismemberment,

decapitation. I'd say this was someone's idea for ritual killing. They're making

it up as they go along.

Let the others know what you've got.

Drum, Jonah.

Keep your strength up.

Ah, brilliant. Thanks, Sean.

It's cheese and a homemade pickle.

Bacon and brie, banana.

Robbie,

do you recognise this one?

Yeah. It's at Wendy Nugent's place.

Celtic druid symbol commonly associated with sacrifice.

Come on.

Sean, give us your keys.

Do you think Wendy Nugent has the physical capabilities to drag a body up

some standing stone?

It might have its help.

The rumour has it the two guys that live with our Cairns and Reith.

Well, apparently the washing up isn't the only thing we've got a rotor for.

Reith? Here.

Well, you relax, boy.

He's right.

You mustn't worry.

I'm not worried.

And I'm not a boy.

You should just leave us beat, you mainland bastard.

Wendy. Wendy, wipe your feet.

Mr. Cairns.

D .I. Ross, this is D .S. Reid. I believe you spoke to our boss. Yeah, we

that privilege.

I thought that was the end of it.

Some other factors have come to light.

Yeah, we've been... having a look at some pagan symbols.

We came across this one.

It's connected to ritualistic human sacrifice.

That might be the original meaning, but now these symbols, they show up all over

the place.

They're part of the mainstream.

Well, you're not, though, are you?

I mean, you three lead an unusual lifestyle.

We don't expect you to understand.

What's to understand?

Well, it's quite simple, Inspector.

Sometimes Tam shares my bed, sometimes Rhys.

Sometimes neither and never both.

We haven't done anything wrong.

Well, maybe not.

We're investigating what appears to be a ritualistic murder here.

And since you three have got your own little cult going... We haven't done

anything wrong.

Yeah. So you keep saying.

Seems our boy might have been a bit more well -travelled than we thought.

There was a bite in his ankle.

Recent.

Not more than a week or two old.

A bite?

Hmm. Deep, too. Not just the nibble.

Who could have done something like that?

A spider.

Rare, exotic, tropical.

Can you narrow it down a bit?

Country of origin, I mean. Well, it's not something I've seen before, as you

imagine, but I've done my best.

South America.

Probably Brazil, but I couldn't swear to it.

Stuart, check it out.

I can tell you one thing for certain.

Judging by the tissue damage under the bite, the poison was nasty.

As in...

Potentially lethal, Matthew.

So whoever cleaned the wound saved his life?

Not for long.

Do you mind if I say something, Robbie?

I'm just curious if you need to ask.

I don't think you're acting in a professional manner.

What?

I think you came to this island expecting weird cult stuff.

And that's all you're seeing?

Uh -huh.

And what do you call a mutilated corpse on top of a standing stone?

A victim, until we know otherwise.

What about the happy threesome back there?

That doesn't make them killers.

It makes them weird.

Yeah, but we can't let that cloud our judgment, Robbie.

Well, Jackie, you can see them all as lovable eccentrics if you like.

There's something about this place that gives me the creeps.

Nothing like this found in Europe.

Thank God.

They can be imported by licensed collectors, but no one in the Glasgow

bought anything like this in the last year or two at least.

Well, my boy got bitten somewhere.

Could have happened abroad.

Couldn't have much of a time.

Look into any South American ship that berthed in the Clyde over the last

Could be he was handling cargo, came across a wee stall there. Sir.

Mr Stewart.

Yes, sir.

Put something else up on the screen for God's sake, will you?

I'm out there in the boat, risking... It's a murdering bed. ...a life in all

weather.

Yeah, they might at least.

I don't know.

When I know, you'll know.

You'll know.

Look,

I've got to go, love.

Yeah, bye. Bye.

Get you a drink?

Yeah, that'd be nice.

I think my wife would be used to the hours by now, eh?

Well, at least she knows she misses you.

The tickets will be up tonight, sure.

You know what these journalists are like.

Oh, I thought you said you were on holiday.

Oh, the news never rests, Shona.

Same again.

Aye, let me get that, pal. No, he's had enough.

I mean it, Tam.

Yes, ma 'am.

What is the deal with him?

Look, I'm going to tell you.

A phobia is an irrational fear.

There's nothing irrational about being fear of something that can kill you. So

you can cope when you find one in your bath?

I cope fine.

Just had the wee bastard wear rolled up newspaper and flush it in the plug hole.

I got nothing from customs.

But there was a story online.

A greengrocer opening a box of bananas.

Huge spider inside.

Maybe that's what I'm to get.

In fact, there was nothing from the hospitals about a spider bite.

Which means that it wasn't reported.

Now, if something like that happens at your work, you're going to be sued for

compensation. Unless your work's not legit.

So what do people bring in from foreign parts that they don't want the

authorities to know about?

Do you want me to go into the drug squad?

Nobody ever gets killed over a box of bananas, son.

You'll get some sleep.

Listen, Sean, I'm an almost fricking fat as I am.

Mind my own business, but we are in the middle of a murder investigation.

And?

And I know there's something going on between you and Shona.

Look, if you've noticed my bit on the side, I'm going to get divorced and move

over here.

Good.

I'm glad to hear it.

But until this case is sorted, we're going to have to treat her as a

suspect. Come on, listen.

There's no way she's involved.

That's all right.

Because you just thanked your career on it.

Morning, gents.

Oh, breakfast looks good. Wonderful.

Jackie, I thought you were having a long lie.

No, I've been up for ages.

Checking out our three amigos.

Now, I know this makes me a bad hostess, but...

I'm going to have to leave you to your own devices.

Church.

Tell me this, Shona.

A place like this doesn't work for the community, turn out.

More or less.

No,

but it might be a good place to check out Wendy Nugent's criminal record.

Evil has visited our home, my brothers and sisters.

Our Eden has been tainted.

Corrupted.

But we must stay resolute.

Only together will we have the strength to put these dark hours behind us and

reclaim our earthly paradise.

Please, take a seat.

All are welcome.

No, it's okay. We're fine standing.

Sorry, we don't mean to interrupt.

As I was saying, brothers and sisters, our purity, our

innocence, they can be restored.

Life can and will be good again.

I ask you to stand together.

Literally and metaphorically, I ask you to join me in prayer and in the shared

belief that all will be well.

All right, Patrick.

Go out and get him.

Okay, great.

D .S. Duggan.

A .C .I. Burke. Thanks for coming on.

You're right, mister.

I didn't have much choice.

Well, at least we know where we stand, eh?

I don't mean to be.

We just had a big case go tits up, sir. We'll try not to keep you any longer

than we have to.

White male.

Late 20s.

Probably from Glasgow.

Ring any bells?

Could be any foot soldier in the country.

You've run DNA?

Of course.

No match.

All the big boys trying to get people without records now.

You must have them under surveillance.

Hasn't nobody gone missing?

Street level, you're talking hundreds of guys.

Well, all we know about this one is that he was a Partick Tittle supporter.

Well, at least his suffering's over.

And he might have a link with South America.

Are you taking the piss?

Wendy, did you find God in the jail?

It was six months in an open prison.

I had a few substance abuse problems.

But you're clean now? No more chemicals allowed.

No more toxins of any kind.

Is that why you came to the island?

To be closer to nature, away from temptation.

It's a place of healing.

Our Wendy's a very spiritual person.

And what about your mate, uh, Tam?

Is he not the religious type, then?

We don't know where he is.

He didn't come home last night?

Not at all.

He'll turn up.

Wouldn't be the first time Tam Cairns slept off a drinking session.

Should you not be a bit more concerned that he's gone missing the night after a

gruesome murder?

I think you're being alarmist, Inspector Ross.

Well, we'll see.

We'll re -event.

Wish we could get him kicked off the island.

There's some sort of connection out of Sao Paulo.

Every dealer in Glasgow gets supplied by the same courier.

Who? That we don't know.

We thought we had the bastard.

We were going to take him when he dropped off some powder at Danny

place on the south side, but he just never showed.

Tips off.

We were watertight on this one, Chief Inspector.

We get him, he rolls over, we nail every one he supplies.

Could the guy in this plaid be your courier?

I hate to judge a corpse by its cover, but I'd say no.

That man's smart, savvy, knows some wee ned.

And I still don't know how you'd tie a body on that wee island to South

cocaine.

Sure, zoom out on that thing, would you?

Shipping lanes.

The freighters don't have to dock.

You just needed someone in a wee boat to pick up the drugs.

And there's no customs to face when you get back to the mainland.

Just looks as if you've been out in Ireland for the day.

You'd need to know the waters to find a pre -arranged spot.

Could Cairns have slept here last night?

He has before.

Wendy, it's over 12 hours since you saw him last.

I'm trying to sleep off the effects of a bottle.

I'm not his mother, you know. He's not my responsibility.

Listen, my boss thinks he's mixed up in some very nasty business.

He's not.

With some very nasty people.

Tam can take care of himself.

Okay, so what is it?

He's not mixed up in anything dodgy, or he is, but that's okay because Tam can

look after himself.

What if he's... I don't know.

Okay, folks, if he does show up, you get in touch.

He'll be back.

Five penny a ton.

Anything? No, bugger all.

We do respect your gaffer, but a drug smuggler in here?

So you don't think Tam has the know -how to meet a freighter in the shipping

lane? He just wouldn't.

These people aren't like that.

Well, cocaine is coming in from Brazil on ships that pass by close enough to be

met, and our victim has a bite from something tropical on his leg. Bite?

The spider bite.

Sean, you should try reading all the reports. You're not just a glorified

driver, you're part of this investigation.

Yeah, yeah, definitely.

Look, Mr. Buck.

I don't know if this is all going to tie together.

Even if your dead guy was working with my courier.

Maybe they fell out over Partick Thistle. If the courier had killed him,

never have found the body. He's a pro.

Even pros have off days.

We can, but I'll see what I can dig up.

Appreciate it.

Partick Thistle.

What about them?

The giant.

I'll be back.

What's going on here?

I don't know what you're talking about. Yes, you do.

You got me to bring antiseptic and surgical dressings over a week back. Who

they for?

I told you, one of the fishermen had an infection. Don't lie to me.

It was for a bite, wasn't it?

A spider bite.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Shona, Sam Cairns is missing.

You have to tell me everything.

It's a murder investigation. Please, Sam, I can't.

I have to go home.

Look at this.

Do I use this on your pal the big man? Took him a long time to talk.

Let's hope for your sake that we can start to communicate a lot faster.

Look,

I'm not helping you on.

Something's not right here.

I was just talking with her on the beach. So what were you talking about?

Nothing.

Look, she's missing, for God's sake.

Listen, Sean, it's less than an hour since you last saw her and there's no

of any struggle.

Her phone's off.

OK, so where might she be?

Of her own free will, I mean.

She helps out at the church, cleaning.

Eh, we'll go there.

Fine, good, let's just do something.

When was this taken?

A couple of years back.

She worked in a hospital on the mainland before she inherited this place.

She's a qualified nurse.

What does that matter?

It matters if she was the one that cleaned the spider bite.

Did she treat the dead man, Sean?

I don't know.

Look, we don't have time for this. Please.

We've got plenty of time.

Look, I don't know about the spider bite for sure.

It's possible.

She wouldn't tell me.

Right, we still go to the church.

If she's there, at least we can question her.

This was recorded 12 weeks ago.

Listen.

Who's Jag?

Hi. Stick with Jag.

Directional microphone.

Never the best.

Who's talking?

You set up yet?

Two seconds.

That's Danny Cunningham. One of the biggest dealers in the city.

So who's the guy in the hood?

We don't know.

We had Cunningham under surveillance, but we thought he was trying to offload

some stolen cars.

Jags. But that's what Pirate Thistle get called.

Could be our dead guy's nickname.

Ties him to Cunningham. For that guy in the hoodie.

Is not our victim.

No.

But it's probably your victim's boss.

Sue, can you bring that up?

Any clearer pictures of the hooded guy?

We didn't spend time enhancing the image.

We thought it was stolen cars, no use to us.

You do end with that.

There's a couple of programmes I could try.

Don't try, just get it done.

I'm afraid I've not seen her since the service this morning.

Reverend, we found out that Shona's a nurse.

Has she mentioned to you lately about treating anyone from the mainland?

Shona's a kind, giving person.

It wouldn't surprise me to hear she'd offered her help.

Oh, for God's sake, that doesn't answer the question. Listen, did Shona treat a

man for a spider bite?

Not to my knowledge.

Why is that such an issue?

Because our victim had a spider bite and Shona seems to have joined Cairns on

our list of missing persons.

I see.

Why does none of this seem to bother you, Reverend?

I have faith that all will be well, Detective Sargent.

Any luck? Better, but not perfect.

You can definitely see the guy's face now.

Did he give one to Duggan? Yeah, he's circulating it now.

All right, email one to Robbie too.

I think there's guys having been spotted on the island.

Don't we think Jags was the one who went out there?

Ah, still Jags is dead, so maybe his boss will have to get his own hands a

bit dirty now.

Sir.

All I'm saying is...

It's been too long.

Anything could have happened to Shona. She could be dead.

Is that an official statement?

We're busy, Mr Keen. Well, you're busy doing nothing, as far as I can see. I

mean, we've got one victim, two people missing.

Are we talking a serial killer?

Try not to get too excited at the prospect.

Shona's a good -looking woman. That would sell a few papers.

You scum, you know that?

Living off other folk, being like a parasite.

I don't know what that said to me anymore.

Shona sends her love, by the way.

That's nice, innit?

She really didn't want me to have it. It must mean a lot to her.

Where is she?

What do you want? Only what is rightfully mine.

If you ever want to see her alive again, keep those two away from me.

How am I supposed to do that?

I wonder if Sergeant Mackay's wife knows how devoted he is to Shona.

Well, she's going to find out soon enough.

He's getting a divorce.

How do you know that?

Told me at breakfast.

And you didn't think to tell?

Oh, no, of course not.

Boys sticking together.

Even if it gets in the way of an investigation, Robbie.

Come here, boy.

Come on.

Give me that.

Come on.

Give me that.

Come on.

Is it time?

When?

This is a drug courier behind all of this. I doubt it's anyone we've come

so far.

Well, we'll soon know. Stuart's sending the photo through any minute.

Anything, Sean?

Nothing.

Yes, Reed.

It was... Wendy?

Okay.

No, it's okay. It's okay.

Right, I want you to tell me exactly where you are.

I'll never do anything bad.

Can you think of anyone that might want to harm him?

No.

Is she answering for you, Rhys?

I'll leave him alone. He's upset.

Yeah, of course he's upset.

His mate's lying in there dead.

You know he was tortured, Rhys.

And the same thing could be happening to Shona.

Unless we find her.

Now, do you want to earn your conscience?

Oh, do you?

The action taken was just and justified.

Doesn't sound like your words, Wendy.

Who's been brainwashing you?

Nobody.

I've seen what drugs can do to you first hand. What they did to me.

We couldn't let that poison taint our island.

Who's we?

Tam. Shona. All of us.

So why not call the police?

Oh, please.

They've had decades to stop drugs getting into the country and got

So you turn vigilante?

Execute the smuggler?

We didn't know that was going to happen.

You killed that man?

No!

So who did?

Who killed the man at the stone?

Reverend Campbell.

It's gone too far.

They need to know.

Come on.

We're not sure I'll cut to the church.

This isn't the way.

What? The church is over there. I know what I'm doing.

But that's what worries me.

Stop the car, Sergeant McKay.

Sean.

For God's sake, man, pull over.

What the hell are you doing, Sean?

He said he was going to kill Shona.

Who's got her?

That reporter guy, Keane.

Where? What he did to Cairns.

See, man, you ought to have lost your job. Do you want to lose Shona as well?

No.

Right, then tell us where she is.

The church.

He's got her in the church.

I'm getting tired.

I have what you came for. I don't see it.

And you're a man of God.

Come in.

Why did you keep it?

You killed my courier. You could have chucked that in the sea.

I killed your courier.

And I laid him out.

To get you here.

I want a share.

What are you doing?

I'm staying here.

I love her, Robbie.

Yeah, I know.

But maybe enough to get her killed.

Ah.

You think you're a player, is that it?

The cities are cesspits.

Do as you wish there.

But people here, my people, need money.

If you want to keep using the island, we want a share.

And Reverend?

Who's to stop me killing her?

And then killing you?

And keeping doing as I wish?

Too many people know.

You can't kill us all.

Oh, I don't know.

I like a challenge.

He's right, Keane.

Or whatever your name is. Stop!

Does it matter?

No, not really.

Is it over?

No.

You are going to let me walk out that door with my friend.

And then what?

This is an island and we've alerted the Coast Guard.

Yeah, we've got nobody else to run.

Sora?

John, no!

Let her go.

Please, just let her go.

You want to take her place?

Yeah. So maybe I'll just shoot you.

Or her.

Or you.

Or eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

It's okay, he won't shoot. Won't I?

You're not a heiko.

You're a pro, right?

Maybe. And pros don't just gun down amateurs when they've got nothing to

So what do you suggest?

You make a deal.

You have connections, yeah?

Dealers. Suppliers.

Grasp them up.

Nah.

Crows don't do that either.

Keenah!

you arrest me.

May I say a few words for the dead?

You say whatever the hell you like.

Okay, dump your bags, folks.

First round's on me.

What, we're going to the pub?

The case is closed.

Yeah, I know. It's hardly a great result, though, is it?

There's one killer dead, another killer gone to jail.

That'll do me.

Yeah, I know, boss, but, um...

Listen, I just need to make a call about Sergeant Mackay.

Why?

Robert's going to try and use his natural charm on the PSU, see if he can

his job back.

Well, there won't be much chance of that, then.

Yeah, but I'm going to give it a try, Stuart.

All right, Robert, you do what you have to do.

OK. Don't leave it too long, though.

Second round's on you.

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