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Just take me through it again.

We were getting to the end of the meal,

and we were talking... What were you talking about?

Why does that matter?

I'm just setting the scene.

Well, I don't know. Just all the usual...

..first date stuff.

"Where you from? What do you do?" Just all that.

And then what happened?

And then I looked up, and...

He'd fallen asleep?

In the middle of his tiramisu.

So what did you do?

I paid the bill and I left.

I didn't want to disturb him!

Oh!

No, I'm done with all this dating lark.

Well, for a while, anyway.

Can someone please tell me why I'm here?

Excuse me. In case we need you.

For what?

Come on, look, I've told you everything I know.

It's coming in, today, on the Guiding Light,

in the fish room.

What exactly is coming in?

I don't know exactly, do I?

Heroin.

I guess.

Callaghan's bringing loads of other stuff as well, so...

We had a deal.

Excuse me?

You said there'd be no risk, and that I wouldn't be involved.

Aye, assuming you havnae lied to us.

And I can't be here when you arrest these guys.

Come on, look, if they see me, I mean...

I've got a kid, DI Calder.

POLICE RADIO: Ruth?

Tosh. You there?

Yeah. Yeah, Sandy, we're here.

That's her coming in now.

All right. Well, everyone, stand by.

Right, just wait until she's docked.

INDISTINCT SHOUTS

That's her in.

Strike, strike, strike!

OK, let's go.

Excuse me. What is this bullshit?

This is a warrant, authorising the search of your vessel

and everyone onboard.

We've received information you're carrying controlled drugs

contrary to the Misuse of Drugs Act 1971.

We're a fishing boat!

I'll take the packing room.

OK, I'll search the hold.

You start over here.

I'll check these.

Ruth!

There's no code on this one.

Do it!

Need to move this one.

That's it.

And this one.

That's it.

Oh...

Argh!

Bloody Louden!

Oh, no, no, no.

No, no...

Louden!

Oh!

Argh!

Shit!

Oh.

Morning, Tom.

Colin.

It was just a fly one.

You told the doctor you'd quit.

Oh. Sorry, love.

You sleep OK?

Mm-hm, yeah. Go on through.

There's tea in the pot.

Here we go. Ta.

That's your tea, Mum. Oh.

How is she?

She had a quiet night.

Oh, that's lovely.

Time to get up, David.

HE GROANS

Watch out, honey. Careful.

That's breakfast!

Morning.

Morning.

Eadie?

It's only me.

Are you there?

I've brought provisions.

I got you that soup you like.

Eadie?

Eadie?

Eadie?

TENSE MUSIC

Eadie!

Eadie...

Searched the entire boat, twice.

The only thing she is carrying is fish.

We could get a dog unit in.

There's no point. They're not going to find anything.

Better let the crew go, Sandy.

And so Louden disappeared?

Yeah. Probably just scared.

Maybe he set us up.

Aye, well, if he did, I'll be having a sharp word

with his parole officer.

Alex?

Alex, come here.

Ma'am? Gonnae need to find Will Louden.

Have you got an address?

Eh, yeah, he said he was staying with a pal over at Garthspool.

Name's Stuart something. Stuart, eh...

Stuart Guthrie. OK.

Right. Well, I'm heading home to my bed.

Try not to think about the massive hole

we just blew in the overtime budget.

Well, you can drop me off.

I might catch Louise before nursery.

Tosh! Ruth!

Not so fast.

We just got a call.

A body's been found.

I've never heard of Lunniswick.

It's a peerie place.

Just a few houses. You could barely call it a village.

How come I've heard of it, Sandy?

Probably the storm.

What storm?

Early 2000s.

A storm hit the north coast.

Lunniswick took the brunt of it.

Couple of local lads died when their boat went down.

Yeah, yeah. I remember that.

It was all over the news.

Yeah. Big story at the time.

Yeah.

It's still a big story up here.

What the hell's going on? Is it Eadie? Is she OK?

Erm, do you mind just stepping back just now? Thank you.

So?

Victim's name is Eadie Tulloch.

She was 76, lived alone.

Neighbour came by at eight this morning.

He went inside and found her body in the garden.

Neighbour's Colin Waite.

He lives at the other side of the village.

How did he get into the house?

Nobody locks their doors round here. It's that type of place.

What was he doing here so early?

Delivering a food package.

He said the lady had not been really looking after herself recently.

Is Cora here yet?

Yeah, she's with the body.

Lorna, are you all right?

Yeah, sorry. I... I was just first on the scene.

I wasn't expecting it...

Right. Do you want to take ten minutes?

I'm fine. Go.

Before you throw up all over our crime scene.

Right. Thank you.

How long has she been out here?

Couple of days at least.

Had nobody noticed her?

Well, look at this place. Totally hidden from the road.

The only way you would find her is if you came all the way round

the back of the house.

Plus she was old, lived on her own.

I'd imagine no regular visitors.

It's lucky she wasnae out here for weeks.

I'm guessing she was strangled?

That's what it looks like.

Mm. Any defence wounds?

None that I can see.

But I'll get a proper look at her at the lab.

Still in her nightie.

Probably in bed when whoever did this turned up.

Yeah, but why would you bring her out here to kill her?

Maybe they did it inside.

What, and lugged her all the way out here?

Well, she can't have weighed much.

No, I know, but why bring her out here at all?

I mean, I know this place is secluded, but...

..you know, why all this effort?

Tying her up.

Posing her.

Somebody put some thought into this.

Did you see anyone else around when you found her, Mr Waite?

Erm...Tom.

Tom Jameson. A neighbour.

And I passed the family in the holiday cottage.

But nobody at the house?

You were bringing Mrs Tulloch a food parcel. Is that right?

Was just...

..just soup and beans.

You were close to her, then?

I check in on her now and again.

When was the last time you saw her alive?

Erm, well...

..Wednesday.

Wednesday, I interviewed her.

Interviewed her?

It's a project I'm working on. A history of Lunniswick.

I record people talking about the old days.

I put it on my website.

Are you OK, Mr Waite?

She was just an old lady!

I know.

Living off the neighbours' charity.

DIALLING TONE

Looks like she had family.

Sons.

CAMERA CLICKS

I think the husband was police.

Empty jewellery box in the bedroom.

What so, you think this could be a robbery?

Ah... Ach, I don't know.

Box might've been empty to begin with, eh?

Could be I'm just looking for something to make all this fit.

I just don't get it.

I mean, this in here.

It doesn't match...

that out there.

Look at the place.

Nothing's broken.

No sign of a disturbance.

It's like nothing's happened.

It's almost as though someone has just...

..walked in here, and just...

..just taken her by the hand, and just...

..led her outside to be...

..slaughtered.

SHOUTING OUTSIDE

I am warning you, get out of my way!

Tosh! Ruth! I need you out here.

Billy?

Who did this to her?

If we'd known she was a friend of yours, Billy, I'd have called you.

I only knew her through Robert, her husband.

He was my sergeant when I first started.

Morag and Eadie were closer.

They worked together for a few years.

Eadie was a social worker?

Head of Family Services until Morag took over, ten years ago.

Does Morag know yet?

She's in Glasgow for a work thing.

She'll blame herself for this.

It's not her fault. You don't understand.

Before he died, Robert made me and Morag promise to look out for Eadie.

So...when was the last time you saw her?

Bloody months ago.

What about family, Billy?

I saw photos in the house. She had sons, right?

Two.

Craig died young.

He was on The Lintie.

What's The Lintie?

The storm I told you about - The Lintie was the boat that sank.

Ah.

Her eldest is Ed Tulloch, the poet.

At least he used to be.

He runs the Watergaw off Commercial Street.

But he and Eadie didn't get on.

Why not?

I don't know.

Robert always used to say it was because they were too alike.

Billy, can you think of anyone who would want to hurt Eadie?

OK. I really think that you need to go home.

I want to stay and help.

You can't be around this, Billy.

Then I'll go back to the station.

Billy, I really think that you should... Ruth!

Between this and your drug bust, you're short of bodies.

You need everyone you can get.

Get someone to go with him. Mm.

Think it's wise letting him work? Oh, I don't know.

Tell you what, he's right about

one thing, though - we are overstretched.

Lana! Mum?

I could go and let the son know.

Sandy and I'll start talking to the... Oh, whoa, whoa!

Sorry. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Where's Eadie? I need to see Eadie.

Sorry, who are you?

Well, I borrowed her bowl and I need to give it back.

Right...

Lana! Lana! I just... Come on.

You need to come back in. Please, darling. It's OK, Mum.

Sorry.

Sorry about Mum.

She's not well.

Dementia.

She gets confused...

Right.

And who are you?

Isobel Jameson.

Did your mum know Eadie Tulloch? We all did.

See you back at the station.

Er, Isobel. I'm DI McIntosh. Is it OK if we have a chat?

Sure.

We're just up the road a bit. OK.

When did this happen?

Colin said that, that...Eadie...

..looked like she'd been dead a while.

We think that Eadie may have been killed a couple of days ago.

Oh, my God.

And she'd been out there all that time and nobody...

Jesus.

Look, I know, this is obviously a shock for all of you,

but we need to get a sense of her life

if we're going to find whoever did this.

How well did you know Mrs Tulloch?

I've known her my whole life.

OK. When did you last speak to her?

Er...I'm not sure.

Er, it'll be this week.

But if not me, then one of us will have spoken to her.

I saw her last Wednesday.

She was fine.

Someone must've seen her since.

Actually, I hadn't seen her out and about for at least a week.

Me neither.

She became a hermit.

She rarely went out these days.

Well, was there a reason for that?

Well, people get less sociable the older they get.

It was the same with my mother.

It's not like Eadie was all that friendly in the first place.

Ah, Tom...

She was a strong woman, not afraid to speak her mind.

Some people took issue with that.

Anyone in Lunniswick?

What do you mean?

Well, did anyone in the village have issues with Eadie?

Nobody from here killed her!

Whoever did this, they weren't from Lunniswick.

Isobel's right. It'd be an outsider.

OK.

Well, have any of you seen any outsiders around recently?

No.

But people do come here for the beach.

There's a holiday cottage across the way.

DI McIntosh?

Colin.

Colin Waite.

What Isobel said about it being an outsider who did it...

He's not an outsider, but David Powell came back last month.

Who's David Powell?

Gina's son. He lives up the road.

He's been living in Glasgow.

And...?

And he was in prison there.

We arrived a few days ago.

We drove up from Edinburgh on Saturday.

Well, drove and sailed.

We got the ferry didn't we, Chloe?

What's actually going on up there?

We're investigating an incident.

What kind of incident?

A serious one.

What? Like a murder? Chris.

Sorry.

Did either of you see or speak to the woman who lived there?

We haven't spoken to anyone. I did see someone there,

the night that we arrived. I was emptying the car.

And I took a little walk up the lane and I saw someone in the garden.

You didn't tell me that. Can you describe them?

Was it a man? Woman? Were they old? Young?

It was hard to tell. They were wearing a hoodie.

Definitely young. How can you be sure?

The way they moved.

They ducked down very fast when they saw me.

You mean they hid?

Yeah.

I suppose they did.

Your meds are on the table.

There's, er...

There's police at the Tulloch house.

What?

It's nothing to worry about,

but they'll want to talk to everyone.

It's OK.

It's OK. Look at me.

What don't we care about? Mum...

What don't we care about, David?

The past.

What are we focused on?

The future.

Good boy.

KNOCKING

Put your lunch in your bag.

Mrs Powell?

That's right.

Hi, I'm DI McIntosh. Shetland Police.

We're investigating a serious incident

at one of your neighbours' properties.

Do you mind if I come in?

We were just heading out. Oh, I won't keep you long.

Thank you.

Wait... Eadie's dead?!

I'm afraid so.

Well, er, that's terrible.

How well did you know her?

She was a neighbour.

We spoke from time to time. That's about it.

I'm DI McIntosh, by the way.

I'm David. When did you last see Mrs Tulloch?

Don't know.

I hear you were down in Glasgow for a while, David.

It's fine. I'm sure DI McIntosh knows you were in prison.

David made a mistake.

He got mixed up with bad people.

It's not an excuse. He knows he did wrong.

But he's paid his debt, and now he's home,

making a fresh start.

Speaking of which, he's going to be late for work.

We need to go. I'll walk you out.

Um...

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

Is this you?

Me and my dad.

Let's go, David.

Did either of you notice anything unusual in the past week?

People in the village that you didn't recognise?

No.

David?

OK. Bye, then.

Hey. What have you got?

Family renting the holiday cottage.

The husband saw someone outside the Tulloch house three nights ago.

Did they give you a description?

Thinks he might've been male, young, acting suspicious.

Oh, really?

It'll be OK.

This stuff with Eadie.

It's not your problem.

You can drop me here.

What?

I'll take the bus.

I don't mind driving you. I'd rather get the bus.

But you'll be late.

Just stop the car.

Do you want me to wait with you? Just go home, Mum.

HE SOBS

How desperate are you?

I don't open till 12,

but if it's an emergency, I can

sneak you a sly one in before kick-off.

I'm looking for Edward Tulloch.

Well, that's me.

Right, er...

DI Calder. Shetland Police.

I don't understand.

What do you mean, you found her body?

In the garden.

At her house.

She have a fall, or something?

Mr Tulloch... Ed.

We think someone killed your mum.

Who?

Well, we don't know yet.

Obviously, we will be investigating her death,

but at this stage,

if you can think of anyone

that might have had any issues with your mum...

I can't help you.

If you're asking me who I think did this,

I don't know.

POURS DRINK

I haven't spoken to her in over a year.

Longer.

Truth is...we didn't get along.

I know what you're thinking. What kind of son doesn't speak

to his mother, right?

I'm not thinking anything.

Doesn't look great though, eh?

I'm sure you had your reasons.

Aye.

We argued about everything. Bloody exhausting.

You know, in the end it was... Easier just to stay away, yeah.

OK, erm... I'm going to get an officer to come over, and er...

..take a statement.

In the meantime, if you can think of anything at all,

that's me.

You can give me a call, OK?

Sorry for your loss.

I thought we'd have more time.

To make our peace, I mean.

You managed to find Louden yet? No.

His flatmate hasn't seen him since yesterday morning.

All right. Well, keep looking.

He's bound to surface at some point.

Oh, by the way... Ah!

DI Calder?

Can I see you in my office?

The new Fiscal's looking for you. Aye, aye.

What happened this morning?

There was nothing on the boat.

You said you had a tip-off. I did.

So, what happened?

Our intelligence was wrong.

DI Calder...

You came to me with this.

You told me we have an opportunity

to disrupt the Callaghans' operations.

I vouched for you with my boss...

I know. I'm the new guy.

This doesn't look good. What can I say? I'm sorry.

But I'm... I'm... I'm so tired right now,

with the raid this morning and now the Lunniswick thing.

Can we just please save the bollocking till later?

I hear it was pretty bad up there.

Yeah.

About as bad as it gets.

OK.

Let's stick a pin in the bollocking.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

The gala was a bigger deal back then than it is today.

The folk coming up to Lunniswick from all over

cos of the race, you see.

The big boat race - that was the main event.

And with boats from all around...

Oh, erm, heads up,

Matt is... Oh, I know, yeah, I've already seen him.

Is this our victim? That's her.

Robert and I would take the boys down to the beach to watch.

Everyone would be down there.

Where did we get this? Colin Waite.

Neighbour who found her. This was on his website.

He's doing some sort of history project.

He recorded this last week.

She looks fierce.

She was.

Oh, hey. Did you get in touch with Morag?

Aye.

She's on her way home.

I'll pick her up at the airport tonight.

She set us up on our first date, Eadie.

Invited us both for dinner one night.

Thought we'd get along.

She was right.

Billy...

Are you really sure you need to be here?

I'm sure.

What can I do?

You can start by pulling together bank statements, call records,

medical information.

I'll get on to it.

How did it go with the son?

He seemed genuinely upset.

But Billy was right, him and his mum don't speak.

Personality clash.

What were your thoughts on him?

Well, we'll need to check the alibi first,

but, yeah, he seemed on the level.

How'd it go with the neighbours?

Well, Sandy might have a witness

who saw someone hanging round the house,

which made me look at this guy.

David Powell.

Lives in Lunniswick with his mum.

Just came back after a prison stint.

Did six months for housebreaking.

A month of that in hospital?

Mm. He was assaulted by another inmate.

I think David Powell might have had quite a tough time.

Did we question him?

Well, yes, but his mum did most of the talking.

Hmm. Maybe we should talk to him again, alone.

I'm going to find out where he works.

It's a terrible business.

I was the one who found her.

Have the police spoken to you?

A detective called in.

She spoke to David?

She spoke to both of us.

I guess they have to check out the obvious candidates first.

Why did you say that?

What? The detective.

Why did you say that you saw someone at that house?

Because I did see someone.

But you got us involved.

They're investigating a murder. What was I supposed to do?

Why don't we all go for a walk, explore the beach?

Get some air.

Sure. Maybe later.

I win!

Yeah! Too good.

I put in a request for Eadie's call records.

Sandy's talking to her bank.

We should hear today.

Is that Gina Powell's boy?

Mm-hm.

Don't tell me you know her too.

I had some dealings with her ex-husband, Ray Powell.

What kind of dealings?

Well, Ray was a boat builder,

but he liked to smuggle fags and booze on the side.

Eventually got arrested.

Ended up serving a year down in Peterhead.

Died recently, I heard.

Yeah. Right, thanks for your help.

So, that was the manager of the DIY shop where David Powell works.

And...?

And Powell was sacked last week.

Apparently stole a box of tiles.

But his mum seemed to think he had a shift today. Hold on.

What kind of tiles did he steal?

How would that matter?

Even if they are the same tiles, it doesn't mean he was in her house.

Aye, well somebody made that repair recently.

OK, but what are we saying?

He did up her bathroom and then strangled her?

Well, let's go and find out.

No, that's a mistake.

I just dropped him off at the bus stop.

We spoke to David's employer, Mrs Powell.

He was fired last week.

After he was caught stealing stock.

We also think

that David may have been in Eadie Tulloch's house recently.

That's not possible.

Why's that? Because he would've told me.

Did he tell you he'd been fired?

Look, I'm sure David has an explanation for all of this,

which is why we really need to speak to him.

Do you have any idea where he is?

No.

Well, is there anywhere he might hang out,

if he wanted to kill time?

Why would he want to kill time?

Because he wants his mum to think he's been at his work all day.

Well, I...I don't know where he is.

Well, could you call him, then?

Hmm?

Call him, and ask him where he is?

Mrs Powell?

Why did you call David's work?

Because we wanted to speak to him.

You spoke to him this morning.

Why do you need to talk to him again?

Is it cos he's been in prison?

Mrs Powell...

That's how you lot operate, isn't it?

Something like this happens and you go looking for a scapegoat.

That is not what's happening here.

Did you call anyone else's work?

Did you check in on their bosses?

You found Eadie's body, what, six hours ago,

and already you've decided that my son's responsible.

Look, are you going to call him, or not?

OK. We'll find him ourselves.

Right, come on, Tosh.

You're taking it too personally.

She accused us of framing her son.

Aye, she was protecting him.

She questioned our integrity.

So what?

So, we're the police! Exactly.

I wouldn't trust us as far as I could throw us.

PHONE RINGS

Sandy?

Eadie Tulloch's bank just sent through her account information.

OK, so, right...

She had £400,000 in savings.

Where the hell did she get 400 grand from?!

God knows, but that is the kind of money someone would kill for.

Aye, well, it might explain how she died,

cos it wasnae quick.

Maybe somebody was trying to get something from her.

Yeah, like access to her account.

Except the bank says the account hasn't been touched in years, so...

..maybe she held out. So...

..who knew about this money?

Well, I doubt the neighbours did,

given they were bringing her food parcels. What about her son?

Hmm, maybe,

but why now?

This feels like somebody who found out recently.

BOTH: David Powell.

PHONE RINGS OUT

'This is David. Leave a message.'

SHE YELLS

Powell was last seen getting on the bus to Lerwick about...

..three hours ago.

See if we can pick him up on the CCTV at the bus station.

She never said he got on the bus.

Hold on a minute, Sandy. What are you saying?

She said she dropped him off.

She never said he got on the bus.

If he's hiding, he's going to be somewhere familiar.

Somewhere close. Well, right now, we know nothing about this kid, so I think...

Oh, there was a photo!

Him and his dad in some kind of boatshed.

Right, Sandy, are you there? Yes.

Billy said that David Powell's dad was a boat builder.

Get him on the line and see if he had a workshop anywhere.

He could be hiding out there.

You bloody idiot!

What were you even thinking?

Mum, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was going to tell you about the job.

I don't care about the job! Mum!

I found the bloody jewellery, David!

That's not what you think it is!

Yes, it is!

Even your dad wasn't dumb enough to rob the neighbours!

Stop! Mum! Please, just stop!

Stop! They're going to come for you.

What? The police. They know you were in her house.

They think you did this. Mum, I didn't do anything...

It doesn't matter, David! You lied to them!

That's all they need.

I didn't do anything.

CAR DOORS SLAM

You told them where I was?!

What?

No!

No!

David!

David!

David, let me in!

Open the door!

Fuck. Open the door!

David!

Wait. No, no, no.

Let me. Let me speak to him.

David!

Please let me in.

I'm not going back to prison, Mum!

I'm not going back. Please!

David?

This is DI McIntosh.

I'm going to need you to open up.

David?

David! I'll call a unit.

Is he a risk, Mrs Powell?

Could he hurt himself in there?

Sandy, I'm going to need a unit...

David? It's DI McIntosh again.

You're going to need to come out.

I'm not going back!

You might not have to!

You need to promise me, OK?

Please!

I can't promise that, David.

I don't know what you've done.

But I can promise that we will listen to what you have to say.

OK?

It might not sound like a great deal,

but it's one we can deliver.

I know you're not due for a few weeks, but I

got a couple of wee cardies.

Hand-knitted.

Lovely. And some sleep suits.

You all right, love?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just hard to think about baby clothes with...Eadie.

Aye. Right enough.

Take them to your room anyway.

OK.

Where'd all that come from?

The kirk. The kirk?

Minister puts aside old baby clothes for those in need.

The baby won't care, Tom.

Have you seen? Now the police are at the Powell's.

You said you hadn't seen her.

This morning, when I asked you if you'd seen Eadie recently,

you said you hadn't.

Why was that, David?

I didn't want my mum to find out.

Find out what?

That me and Eadie were friends.

What?

You and Eadie were friends?

Yeah.

She was 76 years old.

So?

CALDER SCOFFS

How long had you known Eadie?

For most of my life.

It was, um, not until I came back that we got friendly.

Oh, right. And when did that happen exactly?

I was walking by her house, and she was putting her bin out.

I offered to help her, and she invited me inside for a cup of tea.

We just started talking, and then I started going round there more.

And why didn't you want your mum to know you were friends with Eadie?

My mum didn't like Eadie.

She told me to stay away from her, actually.

Do you usually steal from your friends?

What?

We found this in your bedroom.

Now, they belong to Eadie, don't they?

What happened there?

Did Eadie catch you trying to steal them?

No. No?

Did she threaten to call the police?

Cos that would mean you would have to go back to prison, wouldn't it?

I didn't steal these.

What, so she just handed you

all her jewellery, then, did she? Yeah.

She gave me it for the tiling that I'd done.

Her old ones were cracked.

I was scared that she was going to hurt herself on them,

so I put in some new...new tiles for her.

Why did she pay you in jewellery?

She had her house, but she didn't have anything else.

She was poor, Eadie.

I told her that I didn't want the stuff

and that she shouldn't be giving it away.

I don't know. It was weird. She was being weird.

And she kept talking about settling her affairs.

Said she wouldn't need these any more.

What did she mean by that?

I don't know.

I don't know.

He admitted to being in the house?

So he'd been dropping in on her over the past few months.

Last visit was Saturday evening.

Which, right now, is the last time anyone saw Eadie alive.

PHONE RINGS

Did he know about her savings?

I don't think so.

As far as David was concerned, Eadie was skint.

RINGING CONTINUES

HE CLEARS THROAT

Sorry.

My, um...

..girlfriend Zara's back in Edinburgh.

She's a bit, um...

We're trying to figure out this long-distance relationship thing...

Oh. Well, good communication is key.

Yeah.

That and phone sex.

HE COUGHS

Um, so...

..we don't think Powell did it?

Look, on paper, he is a good candidate,

with his criminal record and the fact he lied,

and the jewellery.

But all this?

I don't think he has it in him.

He did say something about Eadie settling her affairs.

Mmm. What do you think she meant by that?

That she knew something was coming?

So, why didn't she try and stop it?

PHONE RINGS

I'm so sorry, excuse me.

Hello?

Billy?

Gina Powell's turned up.

She's in the waiting area.

Oh. OK, well, I'll talk to her.

And Morag's flight's due, so I'm going to go pick her up.

All right. Good luck.

Night, Billy. Night.

Right, if you're happy to handle Gina, I'll talk to Ed Tulloch,

see what he knows about Eadie's money. Sure.

Well, let me know how it goes. I will do.

Where's David? What's happening?

We're keeping him in tonight, just until we can follow up

on the information he's given us.

If it checks out, he'll be released.

But, look, David is still a person of interest in this case.

As are you, Gina.

So I would think twice about trying to obstruct us again.

I didn't obstruct you.

Well, you didn't help us.

The last time I helped you lot, I nearly lost my family.

Tell David I'll be waiting at home.

Aye look upon the brightest side

And ye will ne'er gae wrang

Tho' cold adversity betide

Gie't welcome wi' a sang...

Hi.

Is everything OK? Yeah, just something I need to run by you.

Sorry. We do a weekly poetry night.

Probably should've cancelled, but I needed the distraction, you know?

Let's find somewhere quiet, yeah?

400,000? Mm. Are you sure?

I take it you didn't know she had that amount of money

in her account, then? No.

Like I said, we didn't talk.

Well, it could be that the money is a motive.

Ed?

Obviously we'll look into it. Oh, shit. Sorry.

I said I'd do a reading. Oh.

I meant to say, I got a call from the station.

They want me to identify Mum's body tomorrow morning.

Well, you are next of kin, so...

Will you be there?

Be great to have a friend.

I mean, I know we're not friends but, er...

Well...

I knew Cal.

Cal?

You knew Cal Innes?

I'm closer to James, but, you know,

Cal and me were in a band together way back.

Look, if you're busy, I can, you know...?

Yeah... What? No.

Sorry. Um, yeah. No.

I'll be there. Yeah.

Thanks.

I hadn't meant to do a reading tonight, but...

..something happened today, and...

Well, bear with me.

Ah, I wrote it...

..Christ, a lifetime ago.

It's called A Hunting Wind.

It comes...

..screaming off the sea

Makes land and howls

Whips up sand and...

..tears at rock

A hunting wind

Inside...

..wrapped in a blanket...

..I watch my mother at the window...

..staring it down

Daring it to cross the threshold

Our own sea-wolf

Outside...

..the wind taunts us

Shakes our roof and rattles our walls

But it is no match for her

And, so...

..at last, it turns...

..tearing up the earth...

..digging up the long-buried things...

GLASS SHATTERS

..and dragging them...

..into the light.